#Veronica? Showing other emotions than smugness?

[ponds-of-ink]

Slapdash Song-Inspired Drabble: “Two Showoffs Showdown” (or “El Tango De Roxanne but it’s Glitchtrap vs. Veronica”)

For context: This was an animatic idea for El Tango De Roxanne I had while back, but wasn’t sure if I had time to make it. So, instead, i decided to turn the idea into a quick drabble. Not my best work, but at least I got this off my chest.

Also, this is supposed to be separate from the main FNAF YT Miniseries/actual FNAF canon. A little ”what if” piece about one potential story beat, if you will. No clue if SB: Ruin will give me the opportunity to sneak some of this in, but we’ll see. FNAF theories and no context inbound.

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Veronica cautiously approached the pulsating green rabbit on stage. Her breathing tried to keep a steady rhythm, but her pent up anger and fear made that difficult. And her opponent could clearly sense it. “So, you’ve come back for a little revenge?” he asked with a sneer.

Veronica stopped short. She let the expression on her face say it all. 

“I see,” the rabbit replied with eyebrows raised. “Well, you know what your boss would say…” The last syllable echoed as he advanced towards the edge of the platform. He leaned forward as he uttered five words: “Revenge will drive you mad.”

As if curtains closed in around them, everything was now enveloped in darkness. A tremor of violins stalled all ideas of escaping out of Veronica’s head. Wherever she was now, one thing was clear: Glitchtrap was determined to win this little “game” of his. And she fumed at that fact… Until she heard a voice sing out a familiar name. 

Ro-o-oxanne~

The room filled with light again. Instead of the underground ruins of that pizzeria, it appeared that they were in some courthouse. The unmanned benches and scattered papers all told a story that Veronica simply had no time to read through. She clutched her taser tightly in her hand, waiting for the green rabbit to quit performing and actually fight. Her eyes followed his ever-moving shadow, only to catch something hiding in a shadowy corner. “Dav— Afton?” she mouthed, her gaze now bouncing back and forth between the rabbit and this newcomer.

Meanwhile, Glitchtrap had been reciting the good old Tango of Roxanne word for word. Dancing this way and that, all to get her annoyance to reach its peak. And, when that didn’t work, he would have to try… alternative methods. He grinned darkly as he approached this wretched specter of a man. For good measure, the rabbit decided to throw in the tried-and-true “lifting the chin of the vulnerable to eye level” trick. His eyes locked with Veronica’s, gauging her reaction as he sang out “you don’t have to sell your body to the night”.

Veronica’s face burned scarlet. Her teeth gnashed. Her taser hand twitched in anticipation. Her eyes welled with tears, but she made no attempt to dry them. They ran down as Glitchtrap left the man and finally entered into her range of attack. Now was her chance.

As both entered their final preparations, a new voice filled the void Glitchtrap now left. A deep, trembling voice that matched the figure now emerging from the shadows. The floor creaked and groaned as this disheveled man timidly exposed himself to the pair a few feet ahead. He could only watch as Veronica intercepted Glitchtrap’s first true attack. Afton’s ears rang from her raging scream of “NO”, but he kept singing as best he could. 

Sparks from the taser flew as Veronica swung. Glitchtrap dodged them all with that smug grin still on his face. In fact, said grin only grew wider as the fight kept going. He sped through the towering doors and into the night-covered streets of some long-ago town. Both ran in hot pursuit while Afton lingered behind. As his verse finally reached its end, he stopped following them. He shut his eyes and breathed deeply. They were going there, weren’t they?

Veronica stopped as Glitchtrap leapt over a picket fence into someone’s backyard. She looked at the house just out of reach, instinctively eyeing each window. All of them were out except for one. From what her straining eyes could see, two figures talked in the lamplight. One stood tall and proud like some military general of old. The other was just a boy with unkempt curls and a more slouched posture. They were far enough away for no one to hear, but their actions conveyed their conversation well enough. The elder of the two gripped the boy by the wrist, leaning down to match his eye level. The boy trembled, but kept his gaze steady. “Tell no one,” was all Veronica could make out before the elder closed the drapes. 

“Tell no one”? 

Tell… no one. Not even his own kids. Not even her, the one constant rival he had. 

No wonder Afton never brought any of this up before. Well… until now. 

Veronica finally sprang over the fence, hurrying to the back side of the house. The tango reprised itself as she charged at Glitchtrap. Her taser’s “whip” struck that anomaly across the face. The terrain instantly changed back to the restaurant they started in, prompting them to adapt quickly. She pursued Glitchtrap down into the deep abyss that was the tunnel to his “lair”. Her feet flew as Afton’s last refrain faintly echoed down to her ears. Although she now tied herself to her blind rage, some part of her hoped that those weren’t the last words she’d hear from Afton.

#fnaf oc #veronica dodd #william afton #glitchtrap #song drabble #el tango de roxanne #fnaf security breach #Veronica? Showing other emotions than smugness? #yea boi

[slasherscream]

Poly JD and Veronica Headcanons where you and JD share a braincell and Verona is like “,,,nO!”

A/N: this guy knows what i’m about

              jd x reader x veronica ft. chaotic bastards and their tired wrangler 

                                                     ——————– 

You’d always been a little wild. The boldest of Veronica’s friends. Bold enough that you hadn’t allowed yourself to get run out of her life just because Chandler was determined to make a pet project out of your best friend. Fuck the social structure of high-school and your place within it. 

It was a small tug-of-war over her at all times but more often than not Veronica always gravitated back to you even as she played right hand to Heather (which never failed to enrage her). Then the most mythic bitch in school kicked the bucket-

You were in the cafeteria trying to decide if you wanted to gag because of the food or because of all this sudden pretending that Heather Chandler was a fallen angel.

The reason you haven’t been voicing your thoughts is because no one would want to hear them. At the moment not even Veronica would appreciate them. That you could tell, which was surprising. You’d been able to tell that the pressure of being first class high-school royalty had started getting to her in the last few months. She’d let some of your more scathing comments towards the Heathers begin to slide. She’d even started making some of her own. The thought of those good times brings a smile to your face. 

Someone walks by your table, blowing like a trumpet into a tissue and whimpering Heather’s name. Your good will is short-lived.

“Oh get a life,” You scoff under your breath.

“So someone else does find this little display sickening.” You look to your left and there’s Veronica’s unexpected boy toy, Jason Dean. Before him you thought she was done with high-school guys. There are exceptions to every rule, you guess.

“Beyond sickening,” You’ve bottled up so many of your real feelings all day that you can’t stop your motor mouth from getting away from you, “The simple act of dying does not Mother Teresa make. This is a clown show           the girl was a stone cold bitch.“ 

A moment of silence and then laughter. The genuine kind that makes your shoulders shake no matter how quiet you do it. Despite your bad mood the sound makes you smile. 

“The name’s-”

“I know your name.” You interrupt and hold out your hand, “I’m Veronica’s best friend. Y/N.“ 

“Well then…. seems this meeting was overdue.” He shakes your hand but you two linger for a moment longer than necessary. 

So that’s, that.

Veronica feels a small bit of dread when she’s walking to her locker and sees you and JD both leaning against it, not even noticing her yet, so focused on one another. 

There’s no jealousy at how close you two are leaned into each others space though she thinks there should be.

Right before she can make up her mind on it you two notice her at the same time and both your faces light up. So there’s that as well       

You and Veronica start to get close again in the days following the death of Heather. Although there was no real distance in the relationship before other than a Chandler sized wedge that often tried (but failed) to come between you two.

Now she’s gone and Veronica …. Veronica seems like she’s trying to lean on you. Like she wants to tell you something but can’t find the words. You had to pull her out the shower yesterday. She was fully clothed and just sitting on the floor of her tub. She might’ve been crying but with the shower spray you couldn’t tell and she’d pulled herself together quickly. 

You don’t mean to talk about Veronica’s newfound emotional state with JD. But you were a little shaken up and when you walked into 7/11 to find him there you were talking before you could stop yourself. A reoccurring theme.

“I don’t want to sound …cold or something but I just don’t get why this is effecting her so much. She hated Heather, you know. Sure they were “friends” but Veronica hated her. But she’s like…actually depressed and shit.“ You say, shaking your head. “It’s just weird-” “Well she’s got us looking out for her. She’ll be fine.” JD throws an arm around your shoulder and without thinking you reach up to squeeze his hand. You’re too deep in thought to see how his face softens as he watches you. 

You hear the rumor Kurt and Ram are spreading about Veronica and want to put your fist through a wall. Or through them.

You run into JD before you run into Veronica.

You were skipping a class, hiding out behind the school and trying to get control of your temper. A shadow falls over you and you look up ready to snap at a fellow classmate or play innocent to a teacher. It’s just JD and the anger on your face settles because you know he won’t judge you for it. 

“What’s got you in a mood?” He asks and sounds like he actually gives a damn about the answer. 

“Have you heard the shit Kurt and Ram are saying about Veronica? It’s fucking disgusting. They’re disgusting-” “What are they saying about Veronica?” He interrupts you before you can start in on a rant about how much you hate Tweedledum and Tweedledee. He looks much more alert and serious than he had a minute ago even as he slumps against the wall next to you, shoulders and sides pressed together. 

You tell him. You tell him about the specific bullshit they’re pulling with Veronica right now. You tell him about the bullshit of the past they’ve put many a innocent through. You tell him everything that’s ever made you want to put those two six feet in the ground and lower. 

“Little intense.” JD says at the end of it all even as he’s eyeing you with a renewed interest. His jaw is still set with anger the same way yours is. You think about how you’re both bound to get a headache or cramp soon. 

“Maybe they deserve a little bit more than a little intense,” You snap and then regret it, “I’m sorry. Veronica’s been through enough this week and I’m kinda just ready to start swinging at this point. Swinging a knife." 

"If you do start swinging a knife give me a call and I’ll help you get rid of the body, tiger.”

You both sound a little too serious about your casual banter and you both part ways….wondering, to say the least. 

Veronica breaks that afternoon when you’re comforting her about the jock duo and trying your hardest to be sweet and understanding about how she must be (somehow) missing Heather Chandler. 

Turns out you were right about Veronica acting weird. It’s not really grief so much as it is guilt coloring her actions because she and JD totally killed her.

You feel shock but not disgust. Veronica couldn’t do anything to disgust you except occasionally get the wrong snacks for movie night. You love her. She’s your best friend (and truthfully a lot more, but that’s not important) and you hold her close as she finally cries, pressing kisses to her head and cooing comfortingly all while you think carefully about JD. 

You do the dumb, impulsive thing and tell him you know the very next time you see him. He yanks you into an empty classroom faster than you can blink.

You should probably be scared of being alone with him. But you just pull yourself from his bruising grip and sit down on the teacher’s desk impassively.

Eventually your calm makes him calm even though your silence itself should be unnerving. Or maybe you’re just two cats playing a waiting game with each other. Nothing but the tension before the pounce. Finally       “First off I’m not gonna tell anyone because I’d never do anything to get Veronica in trouble. Second? Well … if there was ever someone at this school that needed to die-”

That’s how you find yourself involved in the plot to get back at Kurt and Ram. Instantly you know JD is lying when he says Ich Luge bullets because you do happen to be taking German this year. Also it just sounds like grade A bullshit. But even as you and JD exchange a knowing glance while Veronica isn’t looking you don’t call him out on it. 

JD kills Ram and Veronica misses Kurt, thinking this is all far less serious than it is. You take the gun from her and give chase, herding him back towards JD where he shoots him and you’re both left staring at each other with a level of captivation that can’t be normal. Then you glance at Veronica.

There’s was a satisfaction to seeing the two get what they deserve until you see Veronica’s fast building panic. Which is great … because now you feel guilty.

You soothe her as best as you can while JD sets the scene of the crime to perfection and Veronica makes a hasty note. 

The three of you rush back to the car where you hide and Veronica and JD make out to throw off the cop you know isn’t far behind.

Once he leaves you poke your head up from the backseat and are met with the sight of your best friend in a bra and her boyfriend shirtless. You try to look away respectfully but you know you gawked for a second, Veronica’s red face and JD’s smug smirk telling you that much. The embarrassment is blessedly short lived before Veronica begins to blow her top. 

Another few days another funeral. You try to ignore all the feelings that have been welling up inside you. It doesn’t really work and so, despite wanting to be there for Veronica through another difficult time (caused by totally avoidable murder), you’ve been avoiding both her and JD. 

Until JD comes crawling through your window. He doesn’t pull any punches when he asks you if you’re regretting what the three of you did but upon studying your stricken expression just from seeing him quickly changes the question. 

"You feel it too?” and well…. isn’t that interesting. You don’t do anything else together but confirm your mutual feelings. After-all neither of you would ever do anything to hurt Veronica. 

But JD seems certain that Veronica is just as in love with you as you are with her. Which is why he drags you out of your room and to Veronica’s house in the dead of the night just to force you both to confess to each other. 

He doesn’t kiss you until after Veronica has and it feels like some sort of pact. You were in it before but now you’re his and Veronica’s and more importantly than both those things Veronica belongs to the two of you. 

There are still a lot of people who you both want dead but you, being Veronica’s best friend, convince JD for the sake of your relationship’s longevity to not kill everyone who is a problem in Veronica’s life. 

She’s very grateful for that. 

So the rest of high-school goes by without a hitch. College, however - 

#jason dean x reader x veronica sawyer #heathers imagine #jd x reader #veronica sawyer x reader #jason dean x reader #veronica sawyer imagine #jd imagine #heathers #heathers the musical #this got intricate but i couldn't do it halfway and also damn #veronica i'm SO sorry you have two nutcases after you #reader: veronica i'd kill for you- #veronica having learned a lesson from JD and brandishing a gun: not if i can help it- #stumacherstan #this has been sitting in my drafts for EONS jesus christ

[angrylizardjacket]

only fools {Dominique Beyrand}

Summary: You’re in love with Roger’s new girlfriend. Is it easier to pretend you don’t have feelings or come clean? You say both, eventually! The truth is bittersweet.

A/N: 4331 words. ANGST!! I don’t know much abt Dominique so this is based 100% on borhap, tho there’s a few bits abt the band from real life, but its borhap based for the most part. i hope you like it!! i’m pretty sure the reader is gender neutral, but there may be 1 or 2 female pronouns accidentally. there’s mentions of cheating.

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You’ve been friends with Queen for arguably too long, know them now in excruciating and almost intimate detail, and are absolutely immune to their various charms and stardom. It started in university, with you as a popular radio jockey on campus, and living in a flat around the corner from Freddie and Roger’s little market stall in Kensington. 

You know of their band, of course, you’ve always got your ear to the ground for local talent, and you jokingly tell them that if they ever get an album together, you’d be the the first to play it. A year and a half later, they hold you to that. 

When they’re making it big in the mid-70s, and you’ve scored your own show on an actual radio station, they start turning to you when they want to release a single, or give an interview, and people start asking why. You simply shrug and smile, which is easier than explaining that you’d spent a good deal of your second year of uni bothering Freddie and Roger at their stall instead of doing your homework, and somehow that became a friendship, and now you and John have tea every Monday afternoon, and Brian tried to teach you guitar once, but ended up waxing poetic about his thesis when you noted that his desk was rather messy.

So yes, you know them rather well, since the start of the band’s musical career, in fact, and have witness, and occasional party to, some of their dumber, post-gig antics, which has given you both regrets, and immunity to their antics. Never again will you be Roger’s look out when he climbs to a third story balcony for a girl - he lost a shoe on the second floor and it hit you in the back of the head. Prick. 

Which makes it rather unfortunate that you’ve taken such a liking to his latest girlfriend. At first you tell yourself that it’s simple and platonic appreciation for another individual with a head on their shoulders, that you liked her in the same way that you like John or Brian when they were being sensible. When you go out with the band, which isn’t a lot these days, but still it’s enough, she seems to make a point of including you, of smiling at you like a friend though you barely know each other. 

Always, she is by Roger’s side, and you think this is the first time you’ve seen him properly smitten, which makes it ache, in such a strange way, when she smiles back at him. You’ve never felt like this over Chrissie, or Veronica, or Mary. But you push it down, and when they invite you to go to their concerts, you find yourself in the wings by her side, and you dance with her at the afterparties when she offers her hand, and she invites you to lunch to catch up every few weeks.

It’s perfectly harmless, you tell yourself as you actively repress the strange sort of desire she unknowingly elicits from you. 

There’s something about her, beyond a pretty face, and a vicious smile, more than her sharp wit and dangerously intoxicating perfume, like she could ask you to walk over hot coals and you’d crawl to make her happy.

When she laughs over lunch, like actually laughs, full-bellied, head thrown back, glowing in the afternoon sunshine at something you’d said, you suddenly remember every stupid and horny antic Roger has ever been party to, often at the expense of whatever girl he was meant to be seeing at the time, and you want to tell Dominique to run fast and far, to try and protect her. But Roger’s told you he’s changed, that he’s in love, and you grit your teeth.

You’re kind of fucked.

And there’s no-one in your life who you can talk to without being judged for feeling like this. 

So you take what you can get. 

You go out with the band when they invite you, you catch up with Dom often when they go on tour, and you realise, with a strange and painful clarity, that she’s become your best friend.

“How come you’ll agree to help Dom with shenanigans, but not me?” Roger plays at being jealous of your not-so-secret favoritism, his arm around Dominique in a hotel bar that had been closed for a private, Queen function, currently buzzing with the band members, their various significant others, members of the press, members of their tour group, and management team. And you. 

You and Dominique share an amused, almost conspiratorial look. 

“Because I actually like her,” you tell Roger, flatly, and he raises is eyebrows when you look back at him. You don’t miss Dominique’s pleased little smile that she hides in her glass.

“That’s just about the meanest thing you’ve ever said to me,” he shakes his head, clearly not actually taking your words to heart, but you huff a laugh.

“And her shenanigans never landed me in the emergency room -”

“Hey, I was the one with the sprained ankle -”

“You acted like you were dying, Rog,” you sighed deeply, “you tried to bribe me to run a red light,” and Dominique gives her boyfriend a surprised, vaguely judgmental look as Roger quickly turned pink.

“I was in grave pain.”

“Darling, you are a grave pain,” Dominique told him sweetly, and Roger pressed his hand to his chest, scandalised. 

“Et tu, my love?” 

But Dominique’s looking at him all fond and sappy when she tells him that you’ve got a point; you excuse yourself right as Roger lowers his voice and reminds her that there’s times she seems to think he’s pretty great, voice laced with heavy innuendo. 

You’re discussing the band’s latest album with their sound tech when Dominique finds you again, looking recently debauched, lips all kiss-bruised despite her fresh coat of lipstick. You quietly and desperately wish you would have been the cause of her unkempt state, the sight alone making you want to do unseemly things to her. 

“Sorry about that, Roger had a point to prove,” she says lightly, as if nothing had happened, and she snakes her arm through yours as she joins the conversation.

“Did he prove it?” You asked flatly, if only to play along for her benefit. Her cheeks flushed for a moment as she cleared her throat, looking over her shoulder.

“Twice,” she had to try and hide her grin from the scandalized sound tech. When you followed her gaze, your eyes met Roger’s; he’s so damn smug. You felt like you were going to put your fist through a wall.

The next time you caught up with Dom, however, a few days later, she apologises again, looking guilty for reasons you can’t quite understand.

“Why are you apologising? You didn’t do anything wrong,” you assured her, gently putting your hands on hers over the table; when she meets your gaze over the table, she blinks quickly, processing the information. 

“I just felt like I should,” even she doesn’t know why she’s apologising again, “it wasn’t... it was inappropriate.” She finally settles on, and you give a fond, if longsuffering smile.

“When’s Roger ever appropriate at a party?”

“I suppose,” she still looks unsure, however, but the waiter comes over and the ordeal is forgotten. 

Except that it’s not. There’s something new in the way she looks at you, almost hesitant, faintly apologetic, and even a little confused. It’s not something you’re used to, Dominique’s always been endlessly confident and forthright, she’s never been cautious in the history of your friendship.

“I’m worried you think less of me,” she says, blunt as always, when you finally ask what’s wrong.

“Dom, nothing you could do would ever make me think less of you,” you tell her with probably too much honesty. After a moment spent mulling your words over, she moves closer on your plush little sofa, until her leg pressed flush against yours.

“I care about you a great deal,” she tells you, with her own sudden burst of honesty, “and it’s been rough with Roger on tour; I don’t think I could have gotten through it half as well without you,” and she’s looking at you, almost nothing in her expression, like she’s gauging your reaction to let her know how to feel about all of this. 

You’re absolutely terrified she can read every feeling and emotion as it passes through you at her words, and the I want to kiss you to make you shut up about your stupid boyfriend that’s flashing like a neon sign at the front of your brain. 

“I care about you too,” is what you manage after a beat of panicked hesitation, trying not to act as flustered as you feel. Her smile is warm and confident, however, and she thanks you gently, turning back to the TV that had become white noise in your ears. You spend a good few moments more just watching her, wondering what that was all about, before she leans against you, and you just kind of have to accept it.

But there’s something different now, a new energy between you both when you spend time together; she’s more tactile, more prone to staying with you at events, more likely to pick you, you realise.

“Are you trying to steal my girlfriend?” Roger once jokes, and you try not to let your panic show.

“If I was, you’d deserve it,” you laugh, but his expression scrunches up, reading the insult and implications in your words. You get the feeling Roger doesn’t much like you anymore.

But Dominique’s skin is always warm against yours, her hand in yours when strolling about the city, and you get lost in her perfume and her laughter, and some nights she comes over while Roger’s away, and you get tipsy together while watching TV or listening to music, and she’ll curl into your touch and whisper you’re too good to me like it’s a guilty secret the rest of the world can’t hear. She sleeps on your sofa rather than going home to the luxurious, empty bed she shares with Roger, and in the morning you wake to her humming and making breakfast. 

There’s something so domestic about it, and she’ll smile at you, sipping tea in the kitchen, and your heart will melt. 

You want to be allowed to love her, but Roger will always come home. 

Once, twice, a slow song will play on the radio, and she’ll ask you to dance, wrapping herself up in you as you sway in your living room, both of you drunk on a Sunday evening, her breathing slow and even, her eyes closed, and you wonder what she’s picturing. Maybe her boyfriend. Fiancé. Fuck.

You’re so caught up in your thoughts that it takes her hands holding your face to register that you’d both stopped moving. Her smile is soft, eyes warm.

“You’d look beautiful in a ball gown,” she says with quiet adoration, and before you can process that that was what she was thinking, your body’s moved of it’s own accord, and you’re kissing her. 

And she’s kissing you back, tasting like wine and fruit, lips soft and gentle, fitting against yours perfectly. She sighs softly against your lips, hands coming to fist in the collar of your shirt as she pulls you closer and I love you tumbles involuntarily from your lips. She pauses.

“I know,” her voice is gently apologetic, barely more than a whisper, “I’m sorry.” You can see she wants to say more, wants to kiss you again, like she wants to live in this moment before it had suddenly turned sour. Her I love you too goes unspoken, but she cups your face in her hands again, thumbs running across your cheeks, across the sudden, faint shock and sorrow written in your expression. She doesn’t step back, she doesn’t even try. 

“I should go.”

“Do you want to go?” You ask, voice soft, the words barely registering to your own ears. There’s a long moment of silence as she considers, weighs her options, hesitates before kissing you again. It hurts, it’s a uniquely masochistic form of torture you’re putting yourself through, but she stays, and the next day you both act like nothing happened.

She’ll make breakfast, smile at you over tea, and in a few months, she’ll marry Roger. 

You’re not invited to the wedding, and part of you is grateful. 

“Aren’t you going to tell me not to go through with it?” She half jokes over coffee a few days before, which shocks you.

“Why?” You’re concerned rather than amused, and she looks a little guilty when she meets your gaze.

“I- do you... still have feelings for me?” She asks, uncertain, and you sigh deeply, sitting back in your chair.

“Do you love Roger, Dom?”

“Of course,” she answers immediately, a little defensive, which seems strange given the situation, but she thaws and takes a long sip of her drink, “I do, I really do.” She admits, sounding almost disappointed in herself.

“Then it doesn’t matter what I feel; do what makes you happy.” You’ve come to terms with the fact that you’d lost to Roger a long time ago; brief affair aside, you don’t want to make Dominique question her world so close to her happy ending. 

So you pointedly don’t ask how she feels about you.

According to the photos in the tabloid, it’s a beautiful wedding, and Dominique and Roger make a picture perfect couple. You spend three days in your house, wrapped in a blanket in front of your TV; you don’t take the phone off the hook in case work calls, but Dom’s on her honeymoon, so you’re not expecting to get any calls from her. 

There’s a full month of radio silence while she’s being whisked off to somewhere romantic, and it’s the longest the two of you have gone without talking since you’d met. The minute she gets back, however, she calls and asks you to lunch, but hesitates, adding that if you didn’t want to -

“Of course I want to!” You’re delighted to hear from her, and only realise once you hang up how much it’s going to hurt. 

Her wedding ring catches the light and you want to immediately flee to the Scottish highlands and become a goat farmer and never talk to another living person again at the sight of it. You smile, and hug her in greeting.

You talk about work, both yours and hers, and about how Freddie’s buying a mansion in London, and how cute John’s kids are, and about everything but the very recent wedding she’d gone through, or the husband she now has.

This time, when you take her hand to traverse the city together, you feel the cold metal of her wedding ring, and something inside you dies, just a little. It’s like she can tell, however, because she immediately skirts around you to take your other hand, tucking you close. And you let her. Every time, you let her. 

Nothing happens between you both, nothing like before, but she still comes over when Roger’s on tour, still sleeps on your sofa, still spends time with you around her busy work schedule, and it hurts to see her hurting, when she gets tired and lets slip about the rumours she’s heard. Apart from one night, she’s practically been a saint to the drummer; his record, however does not appear to be so clean. But she puts on a brave face, and he always comes home.

Freddie throws a party in the early eighties, dressed in a crown and cape, he’s invited everyone remotely outlandish in London, so it seems, and of course his band, and you. You find them all on a cluster of gilded sofas, looking already worn out by the whole affair, despite everyone partying around them. But Dominique brightens when she sees you, and pulls you in to the conversation. Roger, already in a mood, does not even look at you as the rest of the band greets you warmly where you’ve perched on the arm of the sofa by Dominique, her free hand coming up to rest on your thigh. 

They’re teasing Roger about his car song again, which you refrain from, not that you don’t love teasing him about that ridiculous song, but you’re also pretty sure that if you speak to him, he’ll throw his drink at you. 

But Freddie joins them, too exuberant by half for the muted mood of the band amidst the partygoers, and Roger’s ready to leave when Freddie makes a comment that turns your blood to ice.

“Loyalty’s so important, don’t you think Dominique?” 

The world around you fades away to her reaction. No-one’s looking at you, they’re all looking to Roger, because it’s an implicit confirmation of the hoards of rumours Dominique’s been trying to live in denial regarding. 

“Watch it,” Roger warns his bandmate, and Dominique looks pissed, but for the barest moment, she casts her gaze over her shoulder, to you, and you can read the heartbreak in her eyes. 

You wish you’d told her to run years ago after all. 

You wish you’d never believed that Roger had changed.

You wish you’d told her not to go through with the wedding.

You wish a lot of things in that moment. 

But there’s no time, and she’s gone with Roger, both of them furious for different reasons, while your heart lays beating in the seat she’d just left. Looking around, your head is full of a fog in the wake of Freddie’s words, and their departure, and it’s like no-one else can see that your whole world has gone to Hell.

“I need to stay with you,” Dominique calls you the next day, sniffling, and you’re agreeing readily, asking if she needs a lift over. 

She brings a suitcase, and a tearful apology for barging in like this. You wrap her up in a hug, telling her not to worry, that it’s not a bother and she bursts into tears. You order food and wrap her up in a blanket, and stay by her side until she falls asleep against your shoulder. You carry her into bed, tuck her in, and then grab your jacket and go out.

“I should kick your ass,” you snarl after Roger finally lets you in where you’d been kicking at his front door. He looks disheveled, but not like he’d been sleeping, like he’d been crying.

“Are you here for the rest of her things?” He asks flatly, and you do actually shove him, hard enough that he hits the ground and slides against the tiles.

“You stupid, insensitive fucking asshole!” You yell, fuming, “get up, Roger, get up!” You demand, and he does, slowly.

“I’m not going to fight you; you won, okay? She hates me -”

“And she has every right to, don’t play the fucking victim here, don’t try and act like you weren’t the one to sleep your way across the world while you knew she was waiting for you!” Your lip trembled at the thought of all the late nights you’d spent comforting her, reassuring her that it was just the tabloids taking things out of context, “she loved you so fucking much, you stupid fucking slut!” He laughed humorlessly at that, sitting back down on the ground, knees drawn up to his chest.

“We haven’t loved each other for a long time now.”

“That’s not true.”

“She loves you.” 

“That’s not true.” There’s a wobble to your voice, your fraught emotions turning quickly to desperation. 

“I know you slept together,” he says, finally looking at you, and your mouth snaps shut. He doesn’t seem mad, he doesn’t seem... anything. It’s just a fact, no malice behind it. “She told me the day after it happened,” he paused, “and I told her it was okay, told her I did similar stuff in my youth, but if we loved each other, we’d have to be better people, for each other.”

“And she loved you,” you said with dawning despair, realising what he was implying. He nods, gaze drifting, as if not quite registering everything that was happening, “but you...”

“By my own logic, I was already falling out of love; I was a hypocrite. I am a hypocrite.”

“You’re self aware,” you said, sitting down as the fight left you.

“Not really, she yelled it a good deal at me yesterday. She’s right, though.” He takes a deep breath, resting his chin on his knees as he stares at the other wall. “We used to be friends,” he muses and you hum in response, “we used to be a lot of things; young, broke, nobodies, friends.” He lists, and you agree quietly, “I think I knew you would be better for her, even from the start.”

“You knew I loved her from the start?” You ask, not even trying to deny it, and Roger looks at you out of the corner of his eye.

“I’m not blind,” he tells you with surprising bitterness, and you clam up at that, “but she loves you because you’re still here, even though she loved me too.”

“Because I’m an idiot,” you mutter, shaking your head.

“Probably,” he agrees, and when you make an indignant noise, he gives a flat look, “you didn’t talk her out of marrying me even though you’re in love with her.” He reminds.

“I never want to be the cause of her unhappiness,” you explain softly, mirroring his sitting position, your chin on your knees. Roger nods, “but you hurt her, and I came here to kick your ass.”

“Will you love her like she deserves?” He asks softly.

“If she wants to come back to you, I won’t stop her.”

“You love her better than I ever could,” Roger says with realisation. You’re not going to disagree with him.

When you get home, she’s still asleep in your bed, and you curl up on the sofa, restless all through the night. Dominique wakes in the morning, and comes out, sees your eyes open, rough from sleeplessness, and tears well in her own as all the memories from yesterday come flooding back. 

“Do you want breakfast?” You ask, voice rough, and she nods. You stand, and head to the kitchen, moving automatically around the little space. She watches, quiet eyes, unsmiling, contemplative, but she’s not crying. 

“What do you want to do today?” You hear yourself asking, voice carefully neutral. 

“Do you... do you still love me?”

You freeze. It takes a moment, but you finally look at her, expression blank. 

“I don’t think this is the time-”

“You’re always telling me to do what makes me happy, asking me what I want, what do you want?”

“I want you to be happy,” you tell her softly; her eyes are getting misty, but she’s still not satisfied with that answer.

“I want you to think about yourself for once; what do you want?”

You take a deep breath, closing your eyes for a moment as you try to organise your thoughts. 

“I want to be able to tell you I love you, and not have you hesitate to say it back -” you admit, but she cuts you off, words quick.

“I love you.”

“I -”

“I love you.”

“Dominique -”

“I love you, and I have for years. I love you.”

“Then why did you marry Roger?!” You finally explode, and her eyes go wide, before he gaze drops to the counter with shame.

“Because I thought it was what I was meant to do; I cared about him a great deal, but we- we weren’t meant for each other. I don’t love him like I love you and I’m sorry it took me so long to figure that out.”

“I don’t want you to be saying this just because you just broke up with him and you’re looking for a rebound or a safety net,” you admit, and she looks at you with a calculating gaze, understanding your hesitation, “I do love you, Dom, and you’re welcome to stay here as long as you like, but I don’t want to be with you until you’ve had time to process everything that’s happening. You need time. You’re not in your right mind.”

Dominique swallows hard, nodding very seriously. Her gaze is intense as she watches you get back to making breakfast. Silence hangs in the air, strange, undefinable silence laced with emotions like static electricity. 

“Can I kiss you? Just once?” She asks, and you look at her over your shoulder, spatula in one hand, a warning in your voice when you say her name, “just once.” She promises, eyes wide and the barest of smiles on her lips. You could never say no to that smile. You turn down the stove for just a moment, and step up to the counter, leaning over it to meet her. 

Kissing her feels like coming home and freedom at the same time, and she’s warm when she brings her hand up to your cheek, humming with tentative joy against your lips. When you pull back, you let yourself linger, just inches from her, getting lost in her eyes, in her smile for the barest moment.

“Would you like me to make tea?” She asks, soft, grinning.

“Would love that,” you agree, a little breathless, stepping back to the stove. 

“I don’t...” she paused by the refrigerator, “I don’t know how long it’s going to take me to make sense of this, my whole life, I...”

“That’s why we’re waiting; if I’m not what you want, if you go a different direction, if you just wanna be single for a few years and end up meeting someone else, I’ll respect that,” you assure her, “but if I am what you want, Dom I’d wait forever for you.”

#dominique beyrand #roger taylor #dominique beyrand x reader #dominique beyrand imagine #borhap #bohemian rhapsody #borhap imagine #bohemian rhapsody imagine #queen #queen imagine #queen fanfic #queen fanfiction #the angry lizard writes

[lilibetts]

Please wait, LoveAlarm is syncing itself to your heart!

Falling In Love With Riverdale, Theme 1: Sugar

Part 1/3

At this very moment in the not-so-idyllic town of Riverdale, Betty Cooper is 16 years, 41 weeks, 1 day, 20 hours and 34 minutes old and, to see Kevin describe it, she has been in love with Archie Andrews for 1 year, 5 months, and 14 days.

From inside the relative security of the F Hallway girls’ bathroom, she takes a deep breath to mark the magnitude of the moment, and hits [Install] on her phone. It takes less than a minute for the blue line to complete a circle and once it does, she opens the app and fills in her personal details.

Please wait, the app cheerily asks her, bright pinks and blues swirling across the screen, LoveAlarm is syncing itself to your heart!

Well, Betty sighs to herself, there’s no going back now. 

LoveAlarm is the latest matchmaking app to launch and in the two weeks since, it seems like *everyone* at Riverdale High has downloaded it. It syncs itself to your heart and a bright red heart alarm would ping if there is someone within twenty feet who loves you.

Naturally, the romantic landscape of Riverdale High School has been completely leveled. 

Midge Klump and Moose Mason both downloaded the app, only for it to tell Midge her love was unrequited. Ginger Lopez had situated herself in a prime location outside the gym doors when basketball practice let out—nobody within twenty feet of her—in the hopes that when the team’s star power forward, Anthony Parrish, came out, their phones would mutually ping. 

Instead, it was Ben Button who walked down that stretch of the hallway; instead, it was Ben Button who made her phone ping.  Then Anthony came out and *his* phone pinged, but Ginger’s did not again. According to the school grapevine, Ginger had lost her shit and called Ben a ‘baby-faced freak’.

Truthfully, the whole concept behind the app horrifies Betty, but she has to know. Making sure that every possible setting for the app is set to her phone’s vibrate function, she shoulders her backpack and heads into the cafeteria.

The walls are decorated from corner to corner with red, white, and pink streamers in anticipation of the Valentine’s Day party that will be held on Friday. PizzaShak is giving them a great deal on heart-shaped pizzas.

Her friends are at their usual table in the corner and with every step Betty takes, she is closer to knowing. When Archie hears his phone chime once she is within the twenty feet circumference, will he put two-and-two together? Will her own phone buzz with the truth? All around her, the crowded cafeteria is full of hopefuls checking their phones.

The round table has three curved benches attached to it. Kevin and Veronica share one, and across from them, Jughead and Archie split the other two. Betty slides into the space on Jughead’s left, exchanging happy hellos with her friends. Wordlessly, she hands over one of the two sandwiches she’d packed for Jughead to take. As always, he makes a show of letting out an aggrieved sigh when he spots the lettuce and sliced tomato in there with the turkey, but dutifully takes his sandwich while sliding over the remaining brownie square from his vending machine packet. This is their unspoken pact: she makes sure the bottomless pit that is Jughead Jones is sated with something healthier, he makes sure she gets a non-Alice-approved treat.

The sandwich she made is gone in three bites.

<Good?> she signs, arching one eyebrow.

<You know it,> Jughead replies, still chewing the last mouthful of turkey sandwich.

Betty has been deaf since she was three years old, after a bout with meningitis, and just because she’s well-liked among her peers doesn’t mean many of them would go as far as to learn sign language for her. That Kevin, Archie, Jughead, and Veronica have is part and parcel of why they’re her best friends.

A booted foot taps insistently against hers under the table and Betty turns away from Jughead, still grinning, to focus on Kevin. 

/Did you watch The Bachelor last night?/ His hands move as rapidly as he speaks.

/No,/ Betty tells him. /Unlike you, I actually studied for the History test./

“Har har,” Kevin deadpans. They’re both distracted by Veronica clapping her hands. 

“OMG!” she says gleefully, slapping Kevin’s bicep. /Kelley is an ICON! I told you./

As much as Betty loves her friends’ ridiculously dramatic day-after recaps, she’s too distracted to really pay attention to whatever last night’s spectacle had been about. Across the table, Archie is checking his phone, thumbs tapping and sliding across the screen. A wide grin splits his face and he turns the screen out to show Jughead.

3 people in a twenty feet radius love you!

Betty flushes and looks away, embarrassed. Of course. As covertly as possible, she takes advantage of everyone’s inattention to check her own phone.

Zero.

Nobody within a twenty feet radius loves you.

As Cheryl Strayed wrote, “acceptance is a small, quiet room”. As the realization sinks in, Betty watches, as if from a greater distance, Archie glancing around at the nearby tables, determined to figure out who those three people could be. After a few murmured words from Jughead that she can’t decipher thanks to his head being turned away from her, Archie takes off to make the rounds. A process of elimination, most likely.

Betty isn’t sure what she feels. Irritation more than disappointment? Relief? The latter emotion surprises her, especially now that she knows Archie isn’t in love with her. Kevin, and then later Veronica when she’d arrived in Riverdale, have been after her to confess her feelings to Archie but Betty has kept demurring or putting it off. Her usual excuse being that she’s too scared to wreck her friendship with him. 

Sure, they’re right when they say she’s being a coward; but is her relief after the LoveAlarm revelation just relief that now she won’t have to actually bare her heart?

She turns off her phone.

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                                                    He knows he shouldn’t be, that this definitely qualifies as eavesdropping, but here Jughead is, glancing up and over to the table where Betty is sneakily carrying on a conversation with Veronica.

It’s 7th period Honors Bio and all they need to do is finish a worksheet before the bell rings, which is easy enough, but Mr. Beeker had also stipulated silence in the classroom, so it’s a clever loophole that Betty has found. Abby, her interpreter, is absorbed in her phone, leaving Jughead to covertly watch shifting hand shapes and fingerspelled letters.

<You’re not as s-t-e-a-l-t-h-y as you think you are,> Veronica signs smugly.

<??>

<Your phone. At lunch. You d-l LoveAlarm.> Smugness melts into concern. <Well?>

This is news to Jughead, and unwelcome news at that. He shouldn’t be surprised that Betty has downloaded that stupid app and really, he should’ve seen it coming. Dread fills him as he awaits her response.

Of course Jughead refuses to download LoveAlarm. Why would he give an app his heart data? They’d only sell it to soulless companies looking to target him with ads tailored to the object of his romantic yearning.

Betty.

The facts are these: Jughead Jones is 17 years, 3 days, 6 hours and 11 minutes old. He’s also been aware that he’s deeply, irrevocably in love with Betty Cooper for 1 year, 4 months, and 19 days. An eternity, basically.

 A rare beam of sunlight has broken through the February gray outside, casting a pale glow on her downturned face, the long eyelashes that brush her cheeks. It’s the flare of her nostrils and the tight press of her lips together that tell him she’s upset. 

There’s a sharp pang in his chest.

<He doesn’t.> The words, accompanied by a shake of Betty’s head that makes her ponytail bounce, are all he needs to understand. 

Jughead isn’t obtuse, he knows which ‘he’ they’re talking about, the only one ‘he’ it could be: Archie. Blame Kevin, he’s shit at subtlety. 

So, Betty had downloaded LoveAlarm and now she knows Archie isn’t in love with her. The latter isn’t news to him but he would’ve been fine if Betty had continued to go through life not knowing that particular fact. But it’s the sentence that comes next that breaks his heart.

<I have a zero. Nobody loves me.> What goes unspoken but, to Jughead, is writ large upon her face is: ‘I’m not lovable’.

He looks away from their conversation, angry that anyone would make her feel like this. Ashamed that he is a guilty party in this.

That night while lying on his bed, Jughead finds himself torn.

What he had seen earlier has given him food for thought. Which is just as well because he likes to take the time to think broadly and deeply, much in the same way he likes to eat. Next to him on the bed, his phone is open to the App Store, and LoveAlarm waits there patiently, ready for his decision.

Is Betty Cooper worth it? Unquestionably Yes.

Is he willing to risk discovery? Having his heart spilled right out there for her to see...even worse, for others to see? Vulnerable and already bruised, where it’d easily be crushed into messy smithereens?

Unable to answer that, his brain circles back around to the first question: is Betty Cooper worth it?

With a low, drawn-out groan, Jughead hits [Install] and gives corporations access to his heart.

#bughead #avarosier writes #riverdaleevents

[strongsassysexysloane]

Fumigation leads to Intoxication. Part 2

As promised... . . . . . . . . . 

No, please don't come in.

.   .   . 

"Sorry.. Gibbs said Y/n would be here and I just wanted to speak to her before I leave." Roni opens the door half way, holding onto the handle. Your head snaps up at the sound of her voice, your neck was seriously going to hurt tomorrow after all this snapping.

"Come in." You look at Jack who is putting on a smile for the intruder but she's an easy read for you now. After looking at her (so much) you can see her ticks. She's throwing daggers at Roni and you hold in a snicker, watching as she tries to blink normally but there's a slight twitch to her stare.

"Please don't come any further, Roni." You grimace at the sound of your nickname for her coming across your lips, the memories vivid in your mind and the pain of the last time you said it. "Give me a second and I'll meet you in the hall." You reach for your shoes but Veronica doesn't leave, you are half tempted to throw you shoe at her or curse at Jack for getting you in the habit of taking your shoes off in her office.

"Sorry I didn't mean to interrupt anything." You can't help the scoff that comes out and see Jack raise an eyebrow at you, her eyes shining at your clear discomfort and need for Veronica to leave her office. She wanted to have her fun and see what Veronica was like, which would probably reflect on you later.

"Shut up." You spit out through your clenched jaw. she  give you her wicked smirk as she turns back to Roni. Standing up, she walks over and extends her hand to Veronica who takes it as as invitation to walk further into the room. You can't take your eyes away, the shoe in your hand forgotten as you ex and your current crush exchange pleasantries, eyeing each other up and down.

"I'm Jack Sloane, Forensic Psychologist." Jack sternly shakes her hand and drops it immediately. Straightening her shoulders she watches as Veronica does just the same but Jack had the upper hand. It was her office and her space.

The shoes you picked out this morning are giving you grief or maybe its the tension that has risen to one thousand in the past ten seconds. Jack's beyond jealous and you can't help the feeling, the twist in your gut and the ache between your legs that grows. Roni looks over Jack's shoulder, because of course Veronica is slightly taller than Jack, which doesn't affect Jack at all. Although you swear she leans up on her tip toes ever so slightly. Veronica looks at you but you're flustered with your shoes so she turns back to Jack.

"Psychologist huh? Y/n tell you all about my dark secrets already?" She smirks, she's trying to be cocky because she clearly saw something between you both and now she feels threatened or some ridiculous emotion. She did the same thing back when you were going out whenever someone showed any interest in you, she got all cocky and smug but usually that lead to mind blowing sex so you never complained. Now it was just pathetic.

"Nothing about you, Veronica. We have more important things to talk about." Jack bit back and you knew, knew because you knew her so well, that Jack instantly regretted biting at Veronica's bait. You knew that feeling oh too well. "She came in to talk about the case, not that that concerns you."

"That how you two ended up siting on the couch all friendly." The power move to cross her arms did nothing for Jack. Jack scoffed, she honestly couldn't believe this woman. Her professional brain was going nuts and her emotions were definitely starting to take over.

It was like watching a caged fighting match with words and with that image in your head you quickly fiddled your last buckle into place.

"We-" Jack breathed in threw her nose and pushed a slow breath out but you jumped up, shoes back on and thankful before one of them slapped the other. But more likely Jack would punch Veronica if you didn't get between them.

"We are done here. Thanks Jack. I'll be back once Veronica leaves." You rub your thumb over her shoulder as you pass her. She gives you a sincere smile, catching your hand as it drops away from her shoulder to give you a comforting squeeze before glaring back at Veronica. You follow Roni out of the room but turn to Jack quickly before shutting the door. "Jealousy looks hot on you, Jay." You whisper and you laugh as she shrinks into her chair, running her hand down her face. Yep, Roni had that affect on people. You'll reevaluate your words when your brain isnt busy getting Veronica as far away from Jack as possible.

You make it half way down the hall before Veronica speaks. "Look I don-"

"Yeah you don't have any right in the way you just spoke with Jay and how you acted in the bullpen. You are on this case to help us with whatever you know about Miss Parker and other than that we don't need to talk. You can go through Bishop or McGee." You open the door to the promenade and walk out, this time Veronica following you, you can hear the clap of her stiletto's following close behind you.

There's a huff before she starts her inevitable rant on your use of names. "So it's Jay with Ms. Sloane but it's last names with the rest of your colleagues?" She's got that fire in her eyes again and that sass in her talk but you aren't rising to the bait. You only like that kind of sass from one woman now.

"I call anyone whatever I want but you, it's Special Agent Jacqueline Sloane to you." You breath slowly, looking her dead in the eyes. "Roni, we are done. Done as the day i got mud all over your Gucci handbag. You didn't want anything more than a good time, we had a good time and it's over. Stop powering around here. We have a dead woman's murder to solve, your colleagues murder, remember? Or did you voluntarily just come here to annoy me when you saw my name on the case? Think you could think about anyone else other than yourself for a change?" You can see she's stunned. You take the oppotunity and walk around her, down the stairs, finding the comfort of your desk. Everyone's eyes are on you and you sit down at your desk, you going straight back into case mode. Ignoring their looks you get back to work.  

You see Veronica talk quietly to Gibbs before saying her goodbyes to the rest of the team everyone glad to see the back of her and then there's silence once she leaves. The weight finally lifting from your shoulders. Jack comes down a few minutes later, perfect timing but you knew it wasn't a coincidence. She informs the team of a few suspects connected to the victim that she found.

"We sure it wasn't Veronica? She certainly seems like-" Torries shuts up when he meets the glares from Jack, Gibbs and you. "Or not." He sinks into his chair, and pouts when Ellie laughs at him.  

"As i was saying.." Jack rattles off the profiles of the suspects. You watch her stand confidently and speak without a drop of hesitation. So sure of herself and it's such a turn on. You shake your head and look at your computer. You needed to get a grip on your hor-mones. McGee and Nick leave after Jack's update to get Harry Nutter, Jack's number one suspect. It takes them a few hours and you have him in custody and Gibbs goes a round in interrogation with him. After an hour of long glares and hardly any talking McGee informs you all that his alibi checks out and you are all back at square one. Kasie or Jimmy haven't gotten any half decent leads. It's just hit 1800 and you are all in need of a decent meal and rest.

"Go home, sleep. We'll pick this up tomorrow." Gibbs grunts and you all follow his command. Happy to get a reprieve instead of working into the early hours of the morning. Your quick exit had nothing to do with the woman who was currently in your apartment doing god knows what.

The lights are on when you walk up the stairs to your apartment. A smell you don't recognise coming through your door. You twist the handle and are presented with Jack in short shorts, NCIS slouch sweater hanging off one shoulder and her hair tied up in a messy bun. You smile and quietly close the door behind you, she hasn't heard you yet. She's got music playing and she's dancing in front of your stove while stirring whatever is in the pot. The sight makes your whole body happy and a twinge between your legs is back.

You are about to get out your phone when she spots you and a red hot blush crawls up her cheeks. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I just got cooking and I love singing when I'm cooking and-" As she's rambling and getting redder and redder in the face, you are walking closer and closer to her. That's when your eyes fall down to her feet, they're covered in fluffy blue socks, really finishing off her outfit perfectly. She's adorable. Your eyes slowly rake up her toned calves, muscular thighs and your eyes snap up to hers as you just realised she's stopped talking.

"No need to be sorry, Jack. It smells great. What are you cooking?" You clear your throat, trying to kill the blush thats now painfully covering your cheeks. She's looking at you curiously, you're under scrutiny and after today you just want to relax and not have to think about anything but you have to keep your guard up at home now too.  

"Mac and cheese, my mums recipe." She takes a sip of wine and your eyes narrow at her glass. "Oh sorry, I bought two bottles on the way home. Thought you might need a glass after today. Plus having to put up with me for another two nights." She rushes the last bit out, you can tell she's nervous.

"Not gonna kick you out Jack. Although if you don't pour me a glass of wine while I have a shower you might be closer to the door." You return her smile and she spins around to find another wine glass.

"It'll be ready for you when you return from your shower, sweetheart." The name just rolled off her tongue and she locked eyes with yours as you were passing the kitchen on the way to your room. You smirk and continue walking.

Your shower was needed. It washes away all the dirt you know was left by Veronica and you roll your shoulders back, enjoying the sting of hot water hitting your face and cascading down your body. You want to stay under the water for hours but you hear the clinks of dinner being dished up. You dry off and wrap a towel around yourself before exiting the bathroom.

"Dinner is rea-" Jack stops in the hallway, her eyes dropping down your body and you shiver under her piercing eyes. "Sorry." She bites her bottom lip and hops back into the kitchen, you saw the pink colouring her cheeks and it makes you smile.

You walk into your bedroom, grabbing a pair of lilac coloured leggings and black singlet, slipping into them, you thread your fingers through your hair and look in your small bedroom mirror. You looked cute, maybe, hopefully and you exit, hoping to find Jack dancing around your kitchen again but she was tucked up on the couch sipping her wine glass. The sight of her so comfy and at home in your apartment almost made you feel at home, if your heart wasn't beating out of your chest. She had two bowls of dinner on the coffee table, yours accompanied with a full wine glass and a blanket across her lap.

"Join me." She patted the spot beside her and you happily did as she directed. "Here. You have to have the full experience. Mum did this for me whenever I had a rough day." She shifted the blanket so it rested across your lap and handed you your bowl of mac and cheese.

"You mothering me, Jack?" You tease and Jack straightens up before relaxing seeing your teasing smile.

"Very funny. No I'm not. I'm being a caring and great guest." She takes her bowl and joins you in dinner.

You can't get over how delicious this mac and cheese is. The recipe was surely guarded with her life but you knew eventually Jack would let up. The news is on in the background but neither of you are paying attention to it. Then another smell meets your nose, you look at Jack and she's looking at you. At that moment your oven beeps.

"Right on queue." She jumps up, taking her wine glass with her, she downs the last of her wine before reaching the kitchen.

"What is all this for?" You manage to say in between mouthfuls of mac n cheese. You couldn't put this stuff down, mainly because it was delicious and you hadn't eat in over five hours.

Jack takes out the tray from your oven. The smell assaults your senses again and your eyes light up. "Did you make me mac and cheese and brownies?! You really didn't have to, Jack." You shake your head but take another mouthful of the pasta anyway. Jack laughs and places the tray on your stove.

"You're putting up with me for possibly four nights. This is the least I could do." She flutters her eye lashing and smiles, walking back to you and settling down on the couch, bringing the mac and cheese back to her lips. "Crap." She puts a mouthful of macaroni in her mouth before running back into the kitchen.

"Forgot your wine?" You laugh as you watch her refill her glass, way past the high tide mark.

You settle into comfortable silence as you both eat and drink wine. Enjoying the silence, enjoying Jack being beside you, the wine making you feel light headed and blissful. The days antics washed away until your alarm reminds you of everything at work tomorrow. It isn't long before your wine evaporates from your glass and you groan in disgust which only makes that sweet sound of Jack's laughter fill the room.

"You're cute." She grins, maybe the wine had gone to her head too as her brows furrow for a second and then it's gone.

"Me? You're the one in those shorter than legal shorts and.." You trail off, you eyes following where your words left off and you meet Jack's eyes. She's smiling at you with a cheeky glint in her eye. "I need more wine." You swallow hard and quickly escape to your kitchen. "Want a refill, Jay?" You want to slap yourself with the use of her nickname.

"I'm good, thanks." You jump, her voice is only a whisper, but it's right behind you and not at the safe distance you just put between yourself and Jack.

"Jack I-" You turn to explain, what? You have no idea but she's closes the distance between you, her lips are on yours and you are frozen. Your brain doesn't catch up in time before Jack pulls away. Hey eyes avoiding you completely.

"Sorry I thought-" She's frazzled, you curse your brain for being so slow and its only now that you’ve caught up. Your fingers find the material of her sweater at her waist and tug her to you. She stumbles from the sudden jolt, stumbles into you, her hand coming up cupping your cheek, your eyes meet hers. "Thought I miss read the-" She searching, searching for what both of you want.

"My brain short circuited." You breath, Jack laughs more like giggles and you smile. Your eyes flick down to her lips and back up. It's clear now what you want.

"When I-" She closes the gap between you, holding you in place with her other hand coming up to the back of your neck, drawing you in closer when she pushes you back into the counter. The kiss is slow, both of you exploring, feeling and enjoying the way you fit so well together. Her curves, fitting perfectly in yours, her lips moving in sync with yours, everything is just too right.  

You breath, your breath mixing with Jack's as she rests her forehead against yours. "Yeah.." Is all you can manage to say.

"Mine too." She smiles and you kiss her because now you can but neither of you can stop smiling, the kiss turns into short little pecks broken up by your smiles and giggles.

"So cooking for me was a ploy to get me all hot for you?" You wrap your arms around Jacks waist, causing her lower half to rest more into yours, the heat between your legs growing with the sudden pressure and movement. Jack's leg slipping in between yours, the friction making your mind melt.

"Was testing a theory." She shrugged, her hands playing with the hair at the back of your neck.

"Was it does wearing short shorts and dancing in my kitchen turn me on? Then your conclusion is definitely yes." You manage to speak while her fingers gently play with your hair. The sensation makes your eyes close involuntarily.

"Enjoying this." You can hear the sass in her voice, the words uttered as a clear statement which only causes you to snort.

"A little." You yelp with the not so gentle massage turns into a tug, she pulls your hair which causes your eyes to snap open, her ultimate goal. "Hey, who's the house guest?" Her fingers soothe the spot she pulled, her smirk still clear across her gorgeous face, victory in her eyes only matched equally with desire.  

She gently tugs you forward although you meet her half way, the kiss she tries to dominate. Her tongue swiping across your bottom lip and you moan into giving her access, she dominates any attempt that you try to take control. Her nips and sucks only make your mind turn further to mush but luckily your body has other plans. You push her backwards and it must take her by surprise as her back hits the opposite counter and she laughs into the kiss.

"Hey." She kisses down your cheek, jaw, neck. "What was that for?"

"Was aiming for my bedroom." You moan as she sucks the spot below your ear.

"You missed." Her tongue swirling, soothing over the mark she just made.

"Was a bit distracted." Your brain has come back together somewhat and you thread your fingers through Jack's hair as she's enjoying herself to your neck. You pull her gently and then a bit more forcefully and she follows your guide so you can look at her. "That wasn't a no?"

"God no." She moans, crushing her lips into yours

The rest of the night is a blur of clothes getting thrown across the apartment, laughs and fits of giggles as you stumble to your bedroom and moans and pleas before the night catches up with you both, the brownies forgotten for now. Your heart is still hammering against your chest and you can feel Jack's doing the same under your touch. Your fingers happily exploring and teasing across her skin.

"Are you trying to tickle me?" Jack murmurs, the sex still evident in her voice.

"Just a result of my touch against your skin but I can-" Jack shrieks as you squeeze her side, a place you found earlier when you were exploring everything Jack Sloane, that and the back of her knees were a sensitive spot too.

"S-stop" She struggles to push you away but you're still half collapsed on top of her, making it impossible for her to get away but you give in to her pleas. Knowing it would only come back twice as bad when she gets the chance. "Little shit."

You laugh and place a kiss to her collarbone and another to the base of her neck. "Takes one to know one."

"Wow. How mature of you." Her hand resting across your back that's been gliding up and down your spine of rht past few minutes now tries to tickle your side but thankfully you're back in full control and try your hardest to hold your breath, not giving in to her tickles or need to laugh. "Not fair." She pouts. The years of training yourself self control when being tickled has finally paid off.

You let out a breath as she gives up her assault. "What was that about maturity?" You laugh, nestling into her neck, leaving open mouthed kisses against her skin.

"Mmm, you're lucky ’m half sleepy and half sated otherwise I would've won that fight." You hear her yawn and drop a kiss to her neck again as she stretches and moves to get more comfortable.

"Comfortable? Wait only half?" You look at Jack trying to make a frown but you can't help but smile as Jack laughs and leans in leaving a kiss on your cheek. It's meant to settle you, comfort you but you're still waiting for her verbal answer.

"20-80 and yes. Very." She whispers into your ear and snuggles further to make her point.

"You cooked so you didn't have to sleep on the pullout again." There's accusation in your voice but it's dulled by the laughter in your eyes and the smirk on your lips.

"Hey it worked, didn't it?" She says it so smoothly that you are half concerned but her smirk cracks through and you shove her shoulder in response.

You move to get up but Jack tightens her hold around your waist, making you tumble back down into her side which makes you laugh and your heart pang knowing she doesn't want you to leave. "I'm going to the bathroom. Is that ok?" Your mouth brushing over hers, teasing her with the thought or intention of a kiss but it never happens. Her arms loosens at your waist, her bottom lips jutting out in a poor attempt at a pout.

"Don't be too long." Jack brushes her nose against yours and pecks your lips, satisfied that she caught you before you had a chance to doge her mouth. She deepens the kiss and releases you.

You moan as she pulls away and hop up to go to the bathroom like you said.

You spend the next few hours talking about nothing and everything. Jack telling you stories about her past and you sharing yours. It's sweet and emotional and you both can't stop touching each other, fingers tracing, grazing across skin. It isn't until the early hours of the morning that sleep finally takes you both. Both snuggling and curled up in each other.

If it wasn't for the blaring noise of your phone alarm going off you would've loved waking up in Jack's arms, her legs tangled in yours and her moans vibrating across your skin.

"No." Jack groans, trying her best to roll over but she ends up pressing her face into the crook of your neck trying to hide from the world.

You reach out and switch off the alarm, your hands coming back to Jack's skin like a magnet. You trace her scars, her body shivering under your touch. She rolls onto her stomach beside you and you see it as a clear invitation to explore. You watch her reaction as your fingers move along her scars, her face half hidden in your pillows but she manages to smile up at you, it's a tired, sad and only Jack could manage to show so much emotion with half of her face.

"It's ok." She breathes, seeing the hesitation and question in your eyes.

"You're gorgeous." You whisper and lean down and place your lips onto one of her scars. You smile when her body shivers again, a soft whimper coming from her lips, you see her hand gripping the pillow under her head tightly. Your lips trace where your fingers had just been, making sure to kiss every single scar. You feel her shudder and you lean over to see a tear running down her cheek.

"I'm sorry, I didn-"

It's so quick, so sudden, she springs up, her lips capturing yours in a wet, open mouthed, emotional crushing kiss. She cups your face between her hands and pulls back. "No ones ever-" She chokes up and a sob escapes her lips, her head dips and she leans her forehead against your chin attempting to regain control of her tears, emotions.  

"You're gorgeous Jacqueline Sloane." You cup her cheek, bringing her face back to yours and brush your nose against hers in attempt to get that smile she only shows you. She nods in response and neither of you move. You drop small, feather sfot kisses to her cheeks, hair, nose, forehead and it's a success. Her lips curve into a beautiful smile.

It's moments, minutes before you pull apart, the nagging feeling of work growing stronger.

"Please stay tonight." It's a whisper, a plea.

"I kinda still have to..." She smirks, the sass is back, but she kisses you on the lips before you can bite back. "But even if I didn't, I would."

You reply with a peck to her lips before hopping out of bed. You both get ready in a few minutes, you let Jack use the bathroom first while you get coffee and the brownies ready.

"We are having brownies for breakfast?" She laughs, wraping her arms around your front, kissing the back of your neck.

"That ok?" You place a big slice on one plate and grab two forks.

"Perfect." She lets got and sits down at the counter with you, sharing the brownie and enjoying the coffee. It's such a sweet, domestic moment and you don't want it to end. "We can do this again tomorrow morning." Her fingers reach out and trace your cheek and cup under your chin, lifting your head. Your eyes lock with hers.

"That easy to read, huh?" You smile, glancing at her lips before leaning in and kissing her. The sweet taste of brownie and coffee are intoxicating mixed with the taste of her.

Her fingers tangle in your hair which only deepens the kiss. You both break apart, gasping for air. "Only because I was thinking the same thing." The brownie is quickly devoured between kisses and sips of coffee.

"We need to go." But your eyes say the opposite and Jack just grins, her eyes sparkling. That's when you know everything is going to be fine because looking into those whiskey, soft eyes is home now.

"Think we can keep this just between us for now? Not that I dont want to scream your name to the world, just think we would be too distracted at work." You watch the emotions cross her face, the uncertainty, her nerves, the blush sweetly covering her cheeks. You lean in and kiss her cheek, lingering a second longer to make your point.

"I'll make you scream my name tonight instead then." You wink, hopping down from the breakfast stool and leaving a shocked Sloane in your kitchen.

"I'm going to be the one distracted at work now." She groans, following you out the door. You throw your head back and laugh, locking the door behind Jack.

"Funny, you've been intoxicating me at work for months." This was going to be fun. . . . . . . . .

FIN. I know, sad right? Luckily I have a few other ideas floating around. What did y’all think???? Your comments always make my day/night/week!! 

#jack sloane x reader #jack sloane #fanfic

[chxronica]

Weeds Are Flowers Too ( Once You Get To Know Them ) - VIII

⌯ Rating ⌯ Mature ⌯ ⌯ Word Count ⌯ 2580 ⌯ ⌯ Summary ⌯ Cheryl and Toni talk bout the previous nights confession ⌯ ⌯ A/N ⌯ im as surprised as u r lbr ⌯ ⌯ im too lazy to link the other chapters an its 4 am so ao3 ⌯

Once again Cheryl woke up with a pounding headache and a hangover, the only difference being the fact that she couldn’t remember much of the night. After dancing with Veronica and seeing Toni, it’s pretty much a blank slate. Which means hopefully she didn’t do anything stupid in the time that she couldn’t remember, yet knowing her she always managed to do something stupid when she got blackout drunk. Hence why she was quick to roll over and make sure that there was no one in her bed this time around.

A small sigh of relief left the redhead girl when she knew that no one was in her bed and that no one was in her house. She rolled back onto her back, staring up at the white ceiling as she thought. She was trying to remember the most about the previous night but none of it was coming back to her, the thing that was coming back to her though was sleep. Clearly, she had an eventful night if she was still tired, but there was no sleep as her phone went off.

A groan escaped her parted lips as she reached for the phone, not even looking at the contact name she denied the call. But there was another one right after that so she knew that it was the young girl she had taken under her wing. “What Dani?” She said, a small tone of annoyance in her voice as she spoke to her. In all honesty, their relationship had always been a little bit on the younger and older sister side, so this wasn’t abnormal for them. “You said I could work today and you’re not here.” At her words, she realized that it was both Sunday and that she was running late. She knew very well that by the time she was ready to go she was going to miss some of the usual old ladies that came every Sunday morning. So with a soft sigh, she was probably about to do one of the more regrettable things she going to do all day, mostly because she didn’t fully trust the young girl to run her shop. 

“You can open up today.”

“Yay, love you!” “Love you too Dani.” She mumbled before hanging up on the girl, rolling over in bed and putting a pillow of her head. If she was being honest, Cheryl could easily fall back to sleep but she had no intention of doing that because Dani running the store meant bad things. So she dramatically rolled out her bed with a small groan, making her way to the bathroom so that she could shower and not show up smelling like alcohol.

Once she was showered and dressed she made he way to the kitchen to find something to eat before she had to face a long day of working with a hangover. Unable to find anything she let out a frustrated groan, adding grocery shopping to the list of things she had to do that day. So she grabbed her keys and decided that she could make a stop at Starbucks and be a few more minutes late to the start of her usual Sunday morning.

There was nothing that Cheryl hated more than being late, besides imbeciles, still if she was going to be late she would at least come to work fed. It was pointless to be running late and not eat, an extra ten minutes wasn’t going to kill her. Granted she was about two hours late, but that just made the ten minutes seem like a lot less time compared to if she was fifteen minutes late.

So, once she had food she found her way to the shop, her head still pounding as an excited Dani ran over to her and gave her a hug. She was happy to see the younger girl, but her headache had different feelings about the excited greeting that she had been given. Still, she gave the excitable girl a hug back, using one hand as to make sure that her coffee wasn’t spilled on the floor–– that was the last thing that she needed right about now.

With a hum she pulled away, examining her shop to make sure that there was no damage to be found to both the structure and the delicate flowers that sat on the shelves. Satisfied with finding nothing wrong she started walking back to her office, letting her heels click on the tile as she walked away. “Maybe I should let you open up more often, you didn’t do a terrible job.” She teased lightly as she set her things down.

Once she was back out in the main part of the shop she went to check on the cash to make sure that it was all set, only to find a blushing Riley sitting behind the counter with an apron on. “Oh hello Riley, you making yourself at home?” A questioning eyebrow raised at the girl as she waited for an answer, looking over at her little sister too as a smirk played on her features.

“I was bored and I wanted something to do- Wait! I don’t mean do as in sex, I mean do as in keep me company! Flowers are nice and all but you can’t have a conversation with them, plus they aren’t as cute as Riley is.” There was a bright blush on Dani’s cheeks as she rambled to the older redhead, not sure what to do about the whole thing. It was cute and it reminded Cheryl of the numerous times she had re-explained herself when she was in college, mostly when she was talking to the hot professor that taught her business class.

So, Cheryl only gave her a small smirk before going to grab her own apron to throw over her body. “What I’m hearing is Riley is looking for a no-pay job?” She said, continuing to tease the two of them as she made a mental note to offer the other girl a job. Paying her wouldn’t be a problem, the only reason that Cheryl was generally the only one who worked there that she didn’t need to extra hands. Still she was willing to make room for those that she cared about.

“No!” Riley exclaimed, standing up to her full height of 5’9”, which was granted taller than the other redhead in the room. “I mean, I would love pay.” The girl gave her a big grin, always being a happy and energetic person. She was a hot-shot sports player so it kind of went with everything really well, actually everything about Riley was a little too put together but Cheryl never thought much of it–– That would change within the next few months though.

Still, Cheryl gave her a smile back but before she could reply there was a ring the bell that told them that a customer had just walked in. All three pair of eyes go to the person at the door, and of course, it’s the one person that the eldest redhead tried so hard to avoid when she could. Which is why the smile that had been on her features had fallen so that her face was almost completely rid of any emotions. “How can I help you?”

There was an easy smirk on Toni’s features, which annoyed Cheryl because she looked so smug but also so hot at the same time and it left her as one ball of confusion. “Can I talk to you? In private.” She threw in a wink as she ended her sentence, mostly for the entertainment of the two teenagers who were shoving Cheryl towards the door without much hesitation.

“Go take a walk, we can man- or should I say, woman?- the shop for another twenty minutes, we’ve done okay so far.” Despite the fact that Dani seemed to be trying to convince to Cheryl, she was really just hoping that if she talked enough that her boss wouldn’t try and protest against the going. “Plus the fresh air will do the hangover wonders even if you don’t want to admit it and going on a walk will be great cardio- that you need because you skipped Sunday morning yoga.”

Cheryl didn’t attempt to protest as she listened to the younger girl talk, only shaking her head in response to be shoved out of the door of her own flower shop. “You better not burn down my place in the twenty minutes this walk takes.” She gives them a stern look before rolling her eyes at the smug look that remained on the face of the tattoo artist. “Stop looking so smug, I don’t even want to talk you.”

This got a nice chuckle out of the shorter girl as they began there walk down the quiet street where they both worked. It wasn’t the fanciest place in the city but it was definitely on the more upscale side of things, which is why Cheryl wondered how there was a tattoo shop that had found its way next to her simple flower shop.

“If you didn’t want to talk to me then why did you agree to leave your shop so easily?” The tattoo artist is quick to challenge, raising a perfectly manicured eyebrow in the direction of the redhead. Yeah, she could not tease her but she liked how flustered she could make the girl and how fast she could do it. The previous night had left her blushing and now she felt like she needed to make up for that. So, she was going to tease Cheryl and try her hardest to make her blush.

Her tactic worked, of course, worked and the redhead’s face was quick to match her hair. “Well, you see, uhhhh, the cardio is really good for me and Dani was right, I did skip my morning yoga and you know, fresh air can really cure a hangover.” Turning into a sputtering mess she tried her best to come up with any excuse for the walk that wasn’t she wanted to talk to the girl who was walking beside her.

“Mhmm, whatever you say, Blossom.” The doubt was clear in Toni’s tone as she spoke, her step easily falling in line with the girl she was walking by. After the previous night, she knew how the girl felt for her but she also wanted to see if she felt the same way for her when she was sober. The difference in sobriety could really affect the way that a person felt towards another human being. “So you’re nursing a hangover, do you remember anything from last night?”

The smirk that remained on Toni’s features turned to a concerned look as she asked her the question though, which sent a warm wave through Cheryl’s body. It was the idea that Toni cared enough to ask that left her cheeks an even brighter red than they previously were. “Oh uh, not really. I haven’t tried to remember yet.” She gave her a sheepish smile as she decided to not think back on the night before.

It was those words that made a small frown form on Toni’s features, only for a brief moment before it was out of sight and replaced with a teasing smirk. She could live with the fact that the feelings were nothing more than acting on drunk impulsive, but she hated that she got her hopes up for something. “Damn, Cheryl Blossom must not mess around when it comes to clubbing.” Her voice was light, hiding the slight twinge of sadness that she felt.

“We should part here, I just remembered I have an appointment. Call me if you remember our run in from last night.” With a wink, the tattoo artist turned on her heel and started her walk back to the tattoo shop. It was that moment that the previous night's memories came flooding into her brain, now that she was actually thinking past the pounding headache that was the byproduct of the night.

It took her through the start of it all and eventually ended with being dropped off by the girl who was currently walking away from her. There was a small tingling feeling in her lips as she remembered the previous kiss and the kiss before that. A lot happened the previous night and she knew she was going to have to face it eventually, but her brain didn’t want to focus on that.

Yet, her body seemed to have a mind of its own as she moved to grab onto Toni’s wrist and pull her back for a kiss. It was in public and if anyone she knew saw her she was going to have to deal with that, but she didn’t feel herself pull away as she kissed the tattoo artist. Her mind was screaming about how she shouldn’t be doing this but her body had control as her hands found the other girl’s cheeks.

The redhead essentially melted into the kiss that she started, not actually having enough confidence to continue being the aggressor through the whole kiss. Which was probably why she was the first one to pull away, her cheeks the reddest they had ever been and her breathing deep. “Woah, uh that was amazing.” Her voice is quiet before shes processed everything and is pulling away from the girl, an even darker blush forming on her pale cheeks- this time though, there was a slight tint to the other girl’s cheeks.

“I’m sorry, that was completely inappropriate of me and I have to go do things.” She stumbled over her words as she looked over at Toni, quickly moving past her in the direction of her flower shop.

“Things?” The tattoo artist called out after her, her eyebrow raised in curiosity but it didn’t hide her confusion for the situation. She wasn’t sure what had just happened, but she found herself watching the redhead retreat from her once again. As much as she wanted to help her come to terms with her sexuality, it was a lot more work than she thought it was going to be and she has no idea if she’ll be able to help her.

“I’m a busy woman, I’ll call you tonight.” And with that Cheryl was fleeing from the scene and was back to the flower shop in record time. She made a mental note to stop by the tattoo shop after work, knowing she was going to have to face Toni but also knowing that she could put it off for just a little bit later. What she couldn’t put off though was the bombarding of questions that came from the teenage girls who had been waiting for her in the shop.

She was quick to deflect all the questions as she put on her apron, giving different jobs for the two girls to do to keep them occupied. There were only a few hours before she was closing up the shop, which meant that there were only a few hours for her to prepare to see Toni. Yeah, she theoretically could see the girl unprepared but at the same time, she knew that was already going to leave her being too much of a flustered mess to function. For now though, she can daydream about what she wishes could be the outcome of the visit she is to make to Toni later that day.

#riverdale #choni #cheryl blossom #toni topaz #riverdale fic #weeds are flowers too #choni fic #slow burn #flow shop au #original character

[lovedinapastlife]

Riverdale 3x16 - BIG FUN

BUGHEAD IS BEAUTIFUL~

Oh damn this episode is surreal in a way I’m not entirely comfortable with. But it’s exciting! Everyone’s looking forward to moving on from the craziness of dead bodies, breakups, and…drug trades. Amidst college and running businesses and stuff. Obviously. Normal high school stuff. Kinda reminds me of the nostalgia for season one.

Was the opening Mr. Musical Theater’s big number? Shucks, I wanted more of a sampling. This was mostly talk-singing, which…I’ll take. Kinda like the awkward rocking in the hallway haha.

Lili wearing green makes her eyes pop and my heart go poof. Similarly to Jughead���s adoring fuzzy feelings, I’m sure. DANG. They’re in HIS room now. Are they staying together?! Yay!

Aw I kinda like the idea that Betty and V would help Cheryl look and feel her best after being tossed over (ish)

I love the intros. “Bro it up. Two single straight dudes” like wow.

Chainsaw line is iconic, especially when moving to cut to the title. You think Kevin was subtly trying to dig at Cheryl for forcing him to cater to her?

LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR - another theme of this season

Betty rolling her eyes is amazing.

I love that the girls choreo’d their own fanciness. I liked Cheryl’s batch better but tbh I didn’t enjoy the dance-off and it’s hair-whip noises. Maybe it was so hyped in the behind-the-scenes videos that I found myself cringing at the octopus moves? And Toni’s batch wasn’t in sync so it was that much more awkward to watch. But I did love the “SHUT UP, TONI!” and look B+V exchanged afterwards. Yeah just gonna say up front this episode react is probably not gonna sit well with Toni stans.

Hiram dropping dramatic family stuff and racking up a bill at the Five Seasons. Who would’ve thought he’d be the one to instigate that divorce, right? Veronica cries almost disturbingly well. I’m not sure why she’d want them to be together after the assassination attempts and affairs and general shenanigans, but hey—it’s Riverdale.

Oh god is Betty the only one who notices the death-blue drinks and scary Gargoyle Pig person? These kids are stupid. I did catch Sweet Pea/JD with his slurpee which made me happy. FREEZE YOUR BRAAAAAIN~ Judge away the whole party, Betty. They tend not to be great luck in this town.

“Brainiac?!” Did she just call Reggie that?! HA. Oh geez I hate Evelyn (but I love her flouncy scrunchie and graphic shirts) and I hate Kevin and their stupid cult and drugs. Why can’t brownies ever be normal on a teen show?! Also, HI MIDGE!

I do love the idea of throwing a party to take ownership of Sisters of Quiet Mercy. If only it wasn’t so cult-y. Why are there people in swimsuits in the drowning tub while Archie jumps over them? Also, drugged-up dancing got some good Kevin hip waggles and some yikes s1 arrogant Reggie vibes. But Veggie is on again for 30 seconds? Okay then.

Jughead eating in the background as Betty side-eyes the circle share is such a glorious mood. Aw and then hugs for V. I am LOVING this side-eye mood. How did people not know Archosie was happening when they were always in the practice room, at each other’s houses, and walking in the halls together? So much awkward is happening that the cringe levels are through the roof. Kevin’s hand on his heart was so over-the-top. I kinda loved it? And I’m surprised V didn’t have more of a reaction to the Archie stuff, tbh, even if she’s got bigger things on her mind.

Oh no Toni’s got a solo and it’s here for the color of blood. Literally. Is she pointing at their crotches? Ugh her stripping musical threesome was so insulting it made my stomach churn. They just tried to make it seem like Sweet Pea wants something deep and yet he’s ready for a random hookup again? Peaches hasn’t even had any lines or anything to do but stand around looking smug. They’re trying so hard to make Toni sexy and it’s just feeding the lesbian/bisexual slutty stereotype. Can this show do hookups? Ever? There’s been no sexual/attraction buildup to this “threesome” (honestly Toni hasn’t even been a good friend to SP lately) and there was no fallout afterwards either! She was just like, “COME STRIP ONSTAGE WITH ME and this other person you’ve never talked to but beat the shit out of you one time. Oh wait no I’m good with my clingy yet complimentary ghost gf, you two have fun byeeeee”

Jughead and Betty flirting makes me feel slightly better

OH GOD NO KANGS. At this point the bile I’d been suppressing was legit in my throat. Like, why does attraction/love have to be tied to something awful 90% of the time in this show? Kevin and Fangs could’ve been a cute couple if they built up their connection beyond two lines over the course of two seasons. But no. Cult psychedelic weirdness over Midge, just like Moose and Kevin. Maybe even over Joaquin. DO WE NOT LEARN? I’m not even gonna start with the Farmies.

Archosie scene. Fun spin dance, but I still think they’re cute paper cutouts of nothingness at this stage.

Oh, of COURSE Weatherbee joined a cult. Loser.

I love Cheryl’s Heather Chandler vibe and scrunchie. Good call about making Toni test the tea for poison. Aw, I kinda wanted to see Ghost!JJ.

I have basically a folder full of stills of this scene and narrowed it down to these. Aw baby Jug, Betty understands better than anyone what he’s going through. When Betty was trying to get Jughead to look at her I legit felt emotional. And then they were beautiful. Forever. WE FINALLY GOT THEM DANCING! Oh and on his knees! Proposal vibes! I might’ve watched this scene EIGHT BILLION times for the eyes and hands and general endless soulmate love vibes. Like, this scene made the episode for me. They were so emotional and invested and harmonized like angels and I needed that in my life so thank you, universe. I hope Cole and Lili get to do amazing scenes like this together in the future because it was beautiful.

Ch*ni kinda interrupted my mains with their totally different vibe and zero choreography, even though they did sound lovely. Neither of them have changed their behavior to make their relationship work internally, whereas Bughead are sick of the external forces of the town trying to destroy their childhood icons/innocence and bonding over their love for each other despite their familial madness. I need a Bughead exclusive soulmates cut. Thank you.

Haha um...I think closing the drug lab in general would be good? Maybe not during the musical when Betty might be vulnerable again (and the rest of Riverdale) but hey...it’s entirely possible it’s emotional and not logical of me to say that ;) Sheriff FP seems extremely unbothered by mobile drug labs in town so why should we be, right?

HIRAM! SAY IT LIKE IT IS! I love that he called out Veronica’s shock over Hermione trying to have him killed. Twice. How rude.

I actually really liked Cami’s interpretation of “Lifeboat.” It’s pretty, but I’m not sure it added much to her story? Same with her attempt to have her parents go to opening night together. Maybe that song is more of an overarching theme for her story this season. Ish? But she also distances herself from people? Mehhhh overanalyzing Riverdale hurts my brain. And then her ploy to have one last happy memory is just them not looking or talking at each other and she feels worse. Ouch.

Why is there so much old stereo equipment in their house? I know they worked at a garage/scrapyard, but I didn’t see any speakers? I care too much about set dressings but whatever. Poor FP is dealing with hazards of being on the job. Gladys had hilarious delivery like, “Oh nooooo. Drugs. That’s terrible.” Also, she’s totally drinking beer in front of him, a recovering alcoholic. Classy. And also telling. Jughead and Betty are just side-eyeing in the background.

Did Cheryl send herself all those roses?! XD I did think the “blot” moment was cute but I still don’t understand what’s changed. I don’t even know if Veggie is a thing. Probably not. Okay then. Did love Reggie looking in the handheld mirror totally in-character though.

I KNEW THEY’D BURN THE PLACE DOWN ONE DAY! Omg the puns. The fire extinguisher. The kiss—oh oh my. Arson and tender body touching. All right. I’m down. Do they have a car now? Is Bughead gonna live in it? I cannot handle their passion in the best way possible.

The finale choreography was terrible. Oh my god was that cringe. I mean, couldn’t we at least get them looking at each other for a sec like the adorable Bughead moment of holding hands? Or someone helping V when looking at her parents? I get that they’re entreating the audience to be better (like Betty’s speech a billion years ago), but it didn’t hit the mark with me for some reason. My expression was mostly a mix of the Jones’. Was it just me, or did everyone onstage look like they were in some range of pretending really hard not to feel uncomfortable?

HI CHAD! The cult is terrifying. Also, if all the psychos are there, why aren’t Alice and Polly in attendance? The woooooorst. Was no one else inclined to clap like a normal person? Evelyn in general was interesting, trying to earn her father’s approval and everyone’s trust, but it’s usually so messed up on drugs and stuff that I don’t quite enjoy her scenes. Everything with the Farm is usually deferred, which annoys me, but we’ll get our answers soon, I’m sure. I want more Chad. I’m curious if the buildup is gonna pay off ^-^

And people are going through windows next time?

I really wanted the “hell” line from Heathers when Bughead came back from burning stuff down but I will live. Okay. Put our bids in for next season’s musical now and how long it’s gonna take us to get a promise/engagement ring on Bughead. Thank you.

#riverdale react #riverdale reaction #3.16 #3x16 #riverdale #BIG FUN

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Riverdale, “Chapter Forty-Seven: Bizarrodale”

Jughead eats: QUICK SHOT OF BRUNCH

the print on Josie’s bomber jacket? confounding

“If there’s no wedding reception, it means the Gargoyle King has won.”

Ms. McCoy in bright blue? confounding

have Moose’s eyebrows gotten thicker? he...he fine

Cheryl’s sheaths: like a true gay icon, Cheryl wears both a satiny demi-cup bustier and a flannel in bed with Toni, who’s rocking a sort of cottony Aerie bralette

Hermione’s earrings look like divining rods, which makes sense

“dangerously unhinged,” in this day and age? UNHINGED?

Cheryl is “legacy” in Riverdale’s version of Smith College

Cheryl’s pins: in her droopy 1920’s lady-reporter tie, Cheryl has a pin that is probably a bee but is POSSIBLY a giant frightening moth like in the Silence of the Lambs poster

Moose’s hair is longer or something and he’s like? I don’t know but I’m a gay boy all of a sudden, like let me at All That

I like how he pauses but goes in for more kisses after Kevin tells him he wants to ask him something

he’s like…..so tall….and he has this a little mole on his cheek….

(RIP Midge)

I’m writing a scene where it’s gay.: you look me in my pale astigmatic eyes and tell me the little snitch canary “told you they were in here sir” smug Malfoy stool pigeon ISN’T a pillow queen and I’ll give you this money RIGHT NOW. THAT thin-lipped smirk? with THAT cleft chin? he’s a gay, your honor

Sexy, aesthetic Southside: oh fuck!!!! Sweet Pea has a VERY vulnerable, soft-masculinity speech about his heartspace and emotional boundaries and he’s so fluffy-haired and trying to be gentle with himself……….SWEET PEA……..

Best costume bit: don’t miss the two-second shot of a Prostitute in a turquoise pencil skirt and red velvet blazer and pearls AND GLASSES leading a man by the tie down the Maple Club hallway

“Damn good coffee”: also this jazz music and Cheryl’s short pantsuit

WHERE CAN I GET CHERYL’S MINI BACKPACK

The Blossom spawn: I know Penelope Blossom is not out here suggesting there are no lesbians in what I assume is a women’s college. I remember when I got into My Women’s College one of the nuns at my church was like, Ha ha! Don’t let the drug-dealing lesbians get you! and I was like, How do you already know the plot of Riverdale season 3? but then I was also like, Ma’am why did you join this monastery?

Fifth period is AP English: “THIS IS THE PRICE OF SALT.”

Lawyer McCoy is right, Ex-Sheriff Keller IS a snack and this bitch’s blood sugar is low

I love Sierra and Whatsit playing Lawyers in bed because it happens to be my thing too and I want to be there with them

Certified pedigree: his name’s Tom right? he’s SO HANDSOME. everyone is so handsome right now!!!!!!! (I’m ovulating)

this is the same fancy hotel room Jughead and Betty stayed in when he sort of proposed to her? this is just the upscale version of the sex bunker

Kevin eats when he’s stressed, as you will recall from the drive-in S1 episode

“an epaulette to cry on”

Cheryl’s hair: and Cheryl’s sleeves!!!!!!!

Sixth period is Intro to Film: “looking like a community theater production of The Talented Mr. Ripley” is the SECOND time handsome bicurious Tom Ripley has been name-dropped (also the drive-in S1 episode)

“I can’t go back to Fox Forest” is like the most tragic thing. HE CAN’T GO CRUISING AGAIN

“Oh, sullen, tenderhearted Kevin.”

Cheryl’s a chaos angel from hell: “RAPTUROUS”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I like that Cheryl continues to use words like “whilst” and “amongst”

is Moose wearing a denim Henley? MOOSE?

the closed captioning renders it “O shutterbug of my dreams.” “O,” LIKE CHERYL IS SHAKESPEARE

I absolutely buy that Cheryl would ask if this was their first fight mid-fight

only Toni among us could wear that many necklaces at once

I did get a little confused when Toni confronts Cheryl in the bathroom, like at first it was about how you shouldn’t out people but then it was about her not being in the Serpents? let’s focus, ladies

The 2001 Josie and the Pussycats movie was a masterpiece: Josie’s commitment to keeping her eyeshadow coordinated with her jackets over her commitment to boys is aspirational

Every triangle has three corners, every triangle has three sides: I LOVE ARCHIE’S SIDE-EYE, LIKE………“SWEET PEA?”

Reggie on kneecapping: “Does that really happen?”

Reggie’s voice cracks me up. he’s just a big gorgeous squeezable side hustle dummy bro, so down for the ride, remember when he slugged Jughead? neither does he

REGGIE HONESTLY HONEST-TO-GOD IS JUST LIKE….RONNIE YO YOU NEED SOME MONEY?

“You can be my Baby Driver” uuuuuugggghghhhhhkkhhhhhhhhh REggggeieiee

“JUST PLEASE DON’T SCRATCH MY CAR” has more sexual energy than I think Archie has ever manufactured with anyone EXCEPT BETTY when they kissed that one time you know?????

why do you think Reggie is such a good doofus boyfriend while Archie was such a bad doofus boyfriend? is it because Archie tried to think for himself? or has Reggie just not been given the chance to fuck something up yet

I like Penelope bringing up Sierra and Tom getting married not to shade them but to just be like, They should be happy if they want. I was like, Damn, Penelope! You’re right!

“He is a vicious and petty god.”

lol oh yeah Hiram got shot

Gay?!: as has been discussed, Veronica is reading some classic lesbian pulp fiction for no other reason than I suppose she fucking likes it, and that is BDE

Summer + Blair = Veronica: Veronica would wear those shoes to baby drive

SOMEONE TAKE ME ON A “MAD SAPPHIC CAPER”

Archie > Dawson: Archie is a hot-or-cold boyfriend but he is an EXCELLENT beard!!!! GOOD, ARCHIE

I’ve seen Brick like thirty times: Reggie takes the same positive attitude towards getting shot and surviving that I hope I would have, which is “at least I can say I got shot”

Moose is like, out and THEREFORE dtf, as if they couldn’t have secretly been having sex this whole time

Toni conceded to Highsmith’s business formal dress code insofar as she wears a black vest over a plaid tie and that’s it

“WHOEVER YOU ARE, PLEASE BE CHILL.”

Veronica’s blue plaid coat SHOCKS me

Veronica was rich: Gladys admires Veronica and Reggie’s gumption showing up with only half the money

is it a coat or is it a miniskirt with a matching jacket?????

God bless jingle-jangle Moose: Moose is so excited that he just absolutely tells Cheryl he’s finally going to have sex. I know the show needs him to say it so Cheryl can tell him to BYOS, but it’s still cute of him, himself. is Moose kind of precious?

remember when Moose got gunned down in that car? Christ

HE BROUGHT A LITTLE RED CANDLE!!!!!

I love when people take off their whole belt, as if you can’t just undo it and still take your jeans off

dope deer skull! plus: everyone’s fucking

Mädchen Amick, MÄDCHEN AMICK: I’ve lost track a little bit of whether or not Alice KNOWS Betty and Jughead are literally/colloquially sleeping together in Betty’s bedroom, or are they taking advantage of her being gone?

The female gaze: Reggie’s chest is the new Archie’s chest

“NIGHT HAG”

“KEEP YOUR BOW CLOSE.”

Moose is MASSIVE like, do you see those arms?

Fwoopy hair is the best hair: HIS BEAUTIFUL FLIPPY HAIR ON THE PILLOW

Dilton Doiley Ethel Muggs The Gargoyle Children: the RROTC guy is Chris Cooper in American Beauty???

Gay.: Sierra was halfway right about “the jealousy thing”

even FP, conducting his interview in his flannel, is like, bruh

These students are legally children: his “Man, the Sisters did a number on you” feels like Riverdale’s version of It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia’s “The Catholics really fucked you up”

Jughead doubts it: Jughead makes a good point. is there one costumes everyone keeps using or is it that easy to DIY your own Gargoyle King?

“UR-KING,” JUGHEAD, PLEASE

oh I can see Jughead about to be disillusioned by his family coming a mile away

Archie’s soft soft sweater? confounding

at least Moose isn’t moving to Toledo, am I right

CHERYL’S SLEEVES?????????

What damn high school in America: Cheryl’s girl gang is 100% Teddy girls and I love them

THE WHITE STRIPE ON REGGIE’S SWEATER and the little black birds on Veronica’s shirt!

Gladys & JB are already a more powerful duo than FP & Jughead could ever hope to be

ARCHIE ASKS HER IF HE COULD KISS HER. THAT’S VERY SEXY OF YOU, ARCHIE. GOOD, ARCHIE

wait Moose is moving to Glendale? SABRINA-GLENDALE? MOOSE WAIT A SECOND?

NEXT WEEK: Gladys tells Veronica to pray, OH BOY

#riverdale #commentary #tropes #i say

[sweetpea-cc]

Delicate

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Northside!Reader Warnings: Mild language, descriptive car crash scene Word Count: 1,323 A/N: This is the first time I’ve ever gotten a imagine request so I hope you like it

You tossed and turned roughly in your sleep, it was the same nightmare again, the same one that haunted your pleasant dreams for the past ten months.

At the last second, you jumped. Your body hit the hood of the car, and you let out a piercing scream. Your bones, muscles, joints, and organs felt like they were being crushed and smashed into a tiny box. Your lungs contracted with such force, you felt afraid they were going to fold into themselves. Your chest and head smashed up against the windshield while your arms and legs were flailing, trying in vain to search for somewhere to hold and stop any forward movement. The world must have kept flickering its figurative light switch because soon your vision kept flashing from bitter darkness to the most blinding white light. The only sounds you could hear was the crushing of glass mixed with the distinct crackle of your bones. Then suddenly, everything around you became light. You were flying through the midnight air, your body almost limp from the impact that occurred nanoseconds before.

You woke with a gasp, your lungs feeling as if a thousand needles were ripping through it. Then there was the sound of a consistent beeping, fluttering open your eyes, you turn your head to identify the noise, letting out a quiet groan and shift on the bed achingly slow. Though it had been months since the accident, you still felt it's lingering effects.

For you, the mornings were difficult as you struggled to collect the air in your lungs. You examined yourself in the mirror like always, your hands running across the plethora of faint, small jagged scars but the most noticeable one was the singular straight one that ran from the middle of your eyebrow down to your earlobe. You hated it with a burning passion because all it ever did was remind you one of the worst nights of your entire life, the night that you lost the very person you were supposed to protect. Everything around you was delicate and required great care to keep it from crashing down.

You walked through the corridor trying your hardest not to bump into the many bodies that were brushing past to get to class on time. From across the hall, you spotted your friends Veronica and Archie sitting in the student lounge, surrounded by a bunch of leather-clad jackets sporting the infamous 'Serpent' insignia. You had forgotten that today was the day where Southside and Riverdale High became one study body, and truth be told, you didn't really care.

"Can you believe they let these mongrels in our school?" A faint but annoyed smile formed on your lips as you looked next to you to see the one and only Cheryl Bombshell standing there with her arms crossed defiantly over her torso.

"Yes, Cherry, it truly is a tragic story. William Shakespeare level tragic."

"Mock all you want. I will not let a bunch of hoodlums think they can just run this place."

"You know, there are worse things in life than a couple of Southsiders moving in. It's also possible that maybe, just maybe, they want a decent education." Cheryl's facial expression faltered immediately, she knew exactly what you were referring to and felt guilty for a few seconds before quickly transitioning back to her Queen Bee persona. You shake your head after her as she walked off, her red high heels clicking against the tiled floor.

Sucking in a deep breath, you pull yourself from the lockers and walk into the lounge where friend's eyes almost instantly light up as Betty, Veronica, and Kevin walk over to you and gather you in a hug. One thing that always got you through the many difficult days you went through and had yet to endure, what the never-ending support and encouragements from your friends. Without them, you probably would have gone crazy months ago.

"Everyone, this is Y/N. Y/N this is... everyone." You raise a curious eyebrow at Kevin who only smiled like all is right in the world.

"Well, you always were terrible at introducing people, Kev." Kevin scowled at you briefly because quickly let it go with a merry laugh, you couldn't help but return it. Looking around the room, your eyes met with each of the Serpent's own, nodding your head and smiling at all of them. They went around the room introducing themselves, and it tickled you silly when you heard some of their names.

"I'm Fangs."

"Sweet Pea."

"Toni."

"Boulder."

You sat down next to Kevin and tried to focus on anything else other than your current state of mind that always threatened to boil over. It wasn't hard to tell that these new faces couldn't stop staring at the thin, white scar on your face but you still tried to ignore it. 

"Yo, Scarface! What happened to you?" the Serpent who had identified himself as 'Boulder' called out, an obnoxiously smug look plastered all over his face. Before you could actually get a word out, all of your friend's had sent the boy death glares, and it was terrific watching the tall, not to mention intimidating Serpent send a blowing punch into his arm, followed by a slap on the chest from the spunky, pink haired one.

"What?! I was just asking a question." Boulder called out incredulously, rubbing his now bruised arm and glaring at Sweet Pea and Toni who were quick to return it just the same. It was funny, in a way, because in some sense it was as if Sweet Pea and Toni were a mother and father punishing their kid for being horribly vulgar.

"No, it's fine. Drunk driver." You respond in a quiet voice, struggling to contain your emotions, no matter how many weeks or years that could pass you by, the car wreck would always be fresh in your mind. You cleared your throat and smiled tightly at the young Serpent, being sure to avoid your friend's gazes because you knew their eyes held pity and concern, which at this point, could very well be enough to tip your emotions over.

The bell rang and classes dragged on at a raw pace but still, you carried on like always. When it was the end of the day, you couldn't have been happier to finally go home and rest, perhaps even catch up on a few of your favorite TV shows. All around you, the hallway was becoming emptier by the second, most likely because you weren't the only one couldn't wait to leave. As you collected your books and shut your locker, turning to go, the sound of someone calling after you caught your attention. Turning back around, your eyes fell on Sweet Pea walking towards you, his facial expression wholly unreadable and on some level, that kind of scared you.

"Yeah? Um, Sweet Pea, right?" You questioned, looking quizzically at the boy who seemed to tower over everyone around him, you included. You made a small note of his eye color and the way his raven-black hair was styled with a slight curl that fell over his forehead.

"Yeah, look, I just wanted to say... I understand your pain. Maybe not on the exact same level, but I get it. And um, sorry about Boulder; he's a bit of a jackass and has a reputation for speaking before thinking." He nodded earnestly at you, and a sad smile was present on his face. With a final nod in your direction, he walked off down the hall to meet up with his group of friends who greeted him with a series of back slaps and quiet jeers. One thing you were sure about was that this Sweet Pea character had you twelve different shades of curious and perplexed.

You weren't going to deny it, Sweet Pea of the Southside Serpents definitely was an enthralling enigma who you. Secretly, even though you had only just met him, you hoped that you would be seeing more of him. 

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Fire: Reader • Sweet Pea

She felt his stare burning behind behind her head, it was a few weeks since the Southsiders joined Riverdale High. Sweet Pea wouldn’t leave Y/n alone. Every chance he got he would find a new way to torment her, he loved watching her erupt into anger yelling at him.

She noticed he always stares at her either in class or in the lunch room even in the halls. His eyes always found hers. Everytime she would catch his stare, she rolled her eyes at his stupid smirk.

Sweet Pea took a liking to her, he found out she wasn’t the typical Northside Sweetheart that roamed around these halls. She wasn’t scared of him, and he liked that. They were in a lot of the same classes, Sweet Pea always found a way to spark her fuse.

They were both in English together, Y/n desperately wanted to run out not wanting to wait for what remark Sweet Pea had to say to her. It was bad enough he was burning holes through the back of her head.

“You know staring isn’t nice.” She turned around and snapped at him, her tone bitter as usual.

He just smirked at her, he knew he could get under her skin just by looking at her. “What are you going to do about it.” He whispered leaning forward so that only she could hear his words. She shuttered as his lips grazed the tops of her right ear.

Sweet Pea lowly chuckled, a small smirk placed on his lips as he leaned back knowing he made her shutter under his touch. It was a small win for him.

For the rest of class Sweet Pea lightly tugged at her hair. He knew the fire was burning in her, he wanted her to cause a scene again.

It took only one more tug until she finally had enough. Her knuckles were clenched at her sides, but they soon met the steel table causing a loud bang to distribute through the class.

“For fuck sakes!” She mumbled enough for everyone to hear as she collected her belongings.

Her peers looked at her, if looks could kill they all would be dead. She rose out of her seat and left, Sweet Pea’s smirk reached from ear to ear.

He knew he was the only one who could get her to act like that, sure she’s said sassy and fiery remarks before, but no one has ever made her leave class because of it.

He loved the fact that he could get her riled up in just a few minutes. He quietly followed her out the door, Y/n heard the door of the classroom shut as she was walking down the hall.

She groaned knowing it was the six foot bastard who pissed her off. “Leaving so soon?” He said, making Y/n turn hot on her heels.

Her hips swiftly swayed as she angrily looked at at him. He towered over her by at least a foot and a half, yet she wasn’t scared of him. “I dont know what kind of game you think you’re playing,” Her eyes burning deeply into his, he just laughed at her waiting for her to continue another one of her rants.

Y/n was completely enraged, she was more pissed at the fact that she let him get to her so easily.

Her finger was now pressed against his chest, she felt his muscles tense underneath his shirt. “But you’re not gonna win.” She hissed pushing past his shoulder harshly which took him back a little as you were normally harsh with your words rather than your movements.

She rolled her eyes storming off in annoyance as she sauntered down the halls. Sweet Pea watched her move down the halls, her jeans sculpted her ass which made Sweet Pea devilishly smirk as dirty thoughts filled his head.

He was glad he pushed her over the edge today, he loved watching her leave mainly because he loved watching her ass move furiously.

Y/N let out a groan as she was faced with no other than Betty and Veronica. “Y/N are you okay?” They asked looking at her with concern in their eyes.

She snickered visciously throwing her backpack into one of the chairs. “I hate that stupid smug smirk on that jack ass Serpents face,” She mumbles her hands thrown up in the air as she ranted to her friends. “I can’t come to your party if he’s going to be there V.” She said throwing her hands up once more.

Veronica and Betty both gave each other looks, they knew why he was doing it. It was so obvious to them, but to Y/N it was not. Sweet Pea has a thing for Y/N that’s the only reason why he bothers her so much.

Betty had a toothy grin on her face as she sat next to her flushed friend, “Do you think maybe he keeps doing this to you because he likes you?” She asked her as Veronica nodded her head in agreement.

Y/n growled shooting up on her feet. “No, he doesn’t like me. He likes to torment people that’s what he does.” She snickered at her friends idle comment.

“V, no offense, but i’m not coming to your party if he’s there.” She said throwing her hands up once again sighing because this boy was driving her crazy.

Veronica rolled her eyes at you, “Y/N, look how ridiculous you sound. When have you ever turned down a party?” She was right, Veronica knew how to calm her friend down. She was just as hotheaded as the Serpent who wouldn’t leave her alone.

Betty made a mission to find Toni and Jughead knowing that Y/n was hot headed right now.

Shortly, she found them talking to each other at his locker. Betty slammed his locker shut locking eyes with both of them. “Sorry guys, but it kinda urgent.” She smiled slyly at the two Serpents looking at her like she has five heads.

Jug held a deep concern in his eyes worrying if soemthing had happen to her. She laughed at him, “Not me Jug, we need to talk about Y/N and Sweet Pea.” As soon as the two names rolled of her tongue Toni’s questioning look turned into a smirk.

“No seriously, Y/N doesn’t want to come because of him.” Betty sighed as she wanted Y/N to enjoy their night ahead.

Both Jughead and Toni smirked a little, they were well aware of Sweets fondness of Y/n.

“She stormed out of her class because of him. And she said if he’s there tonight at Veronica’s she wouldn’t come and you know she never misses out on free booze, Jughead.” Betty stated the obvious.

Jughead sighed rubbing the back of his neck, he knew Y/N loved parties she was always the center of attention at them. She had this incredible energy when she has a fun night out with her friends.

Betty touched his shoulder and looked at Toni, “Can you guys please ask him to lay off of her just for tonight?” She asked with pleading eyes. “I suppose we could make that happen.” Toni said giving Betty a tight squeeze on the shoulder before heading towards the lunch room.

Toni grinned, “Just the man we were looking for.” Toni said as the two boys approached her and Jughead.

Fangs pointed at himself while Sweet Pea scoffed, “I hope you weren’t pointing to me Topaz.” He said harshly, his dark eyes not being able to scan Y/N through the crowd.

“Well a certain someone doesn’t want to go to Veronica Lodges party because of you.” He removed his eyes from the crowd and eyed Toni.

Fangs laughed instantly knowing who, “What you mean Sweet’s girl ,Y/N.” Sweet Pea hit his shoulder hard enough to leave a bruise to form.

“Not my girl Fogarty.” He snapped, Toni rolled her eyes and nudged Jughead for support. “Can you just lay off of her for one day Sweet Pea please.” Jughead asked the intimidating Serpent in front of him.

Sweet Pea gave him a wicked smile, “Where’s the fun in that Jones.” He snickered at him tossing a fry in his mouth.

Toni sent him a harsh look, “Leave the poor girl alone just for the night Pea. You’re clearly giving her a hard time because you like her.” She smirked as Sweet Pea shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

He could fool anyone else, but Toni. She knew Sweet Pea was doing it because he liked Y/N. He didn’t have a way with his emotions, but he showed it through his teasing words to her.

Fangs laughed at Toni’s statement which only earned him a glare from his bestfriend.

He rolled his eyes trying to shrug the warm feeling in his stomach when they mention her name and spat, “I do not like the Northside chick.”

“Whatever you say, Sweets. Promise me you’ll lay off of her.” Toni said with pleading eyes, he knew Topaz would go on until he agreed. “Yeah Pea, your lucky she hasn’t tried to murder you yet.” Jughead butted in. Sweet Pea laughed, “She couldn’t harm a fly.” He insisted, but he knew that wasn’t true you were filled with just as much rage as he was.

Jughead tapped his tray knowing that if Sweet Pea angered Y/N tonight she would most likely throw her drink on him. “If I were you I sure wouldn’t get on her bad side tonight, she she’s drunk she has no remorse.” He said lighting a spark in Sweet Pea’s eyes.

Hell he wanted to test her limits to the fullest, he wanted her so riled up by him tonight. Toni saw the mischievous look in his eyes and grabbed his face harshly.

She needed him to behave tonight especially with all the Northsiders being there tonight. “Back off of her tonight, I mean it Sweet Pea or maybe i’ll just tell her that you like her.” Her words shocked him, the venom in her voice she meant every word she said.

He swatted Toni’s arms away and stood up towering over them. “Fine.” He sneered picking up his keys and walking out the door.

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Betty and Veronica squealed with excitement knowing that Y/N was done being stubborn. They were looking through Veronica’s closet before the party started.

“You know he’s still coming Y/N.” She dripped the clothes in her hand and made a face.

Her friends lied to her, they said he wasn’t coming. Her fists clenched and threw Veronica’s heel into the bed frame leaving a dent in it.

The one night she wanted to let loose she couldn’t. She knew she was in for a long night knowing that the cocky serpent wouldn’t leave her alone even for a minute. “Are you fucking kidding me.” She screamed, grabbing her hair.

Betty stepped forward and touched her shoulder gently. “Y/N, relax. I talked to Jughead he said he wouldn’t bother you for the night.”

She sarcastically laughed, “I need a drink.” Veronica walked into her closet pulling out a bottle of Vodka. “You know I was saving this for a good night and looks like it’s tonight.” She said handing her the bottle.

Y/N took a shot without any hesistance, the burning sensation mellowed her thoughts. “Thanks.” She said taking another swig out of the bottle.

Veronica laughed, she knew just what you needed for tonight. She walked over to her closet pulling out a lace body suit with a leather skirt and fishnets. “Let’s show him you can’t be messed with Y/N.” She smirked throwing her the scandalous outfit.

Y/N loved it, she knew it wasn’t a night to let some Southside asshole ruin her night. She took another sip of the liquor before giving her hair a wavy appearance and a smoky, contoured look to her face.

She felt powerful and confident in her outfit and in herself. She was going to show the Serpent she was not to be messed with.

Y/N finished a quarter of the bottle, her body felt warm as the liquid hit her core. “Slow down there tiger, party hasn’t started yet.” Veronica said taking the bottle away from Y/N as she whined at her to give it back.

She sighed if she had this long night she wanted to make sure she had a good time. So out of instinct she texted Reggie asking him to bring her some weed and coke for the party.

Reggie and Y/N used to be really good friends back Freshamn and Sophomore year. They use to attend almost every upperclassman party, the drugs and the alcohol began to be a huge part of their friendship until Reggie started football again. She got a response almost instantly from Reggie saying that he’ll take care of you for tonight.

She smirked to herself, he was done making a fool out of her in the halls and at school. Sweet Pea was in for it tonight.

The party shortly began mostly Northsiders showing up first. The music began to pick up as more people came. Y/N interacting with her peers holding a red solo cup as she talked. Stepping in and out of the dance floor constantly to refill her cup full of booze.

She felt good, she was a little tispy already, but not enough to give her the courage she needed for later. She sauntered around scanning the room when she locked eyes with the him, he smirked at her and gave her a little wave before returning to his conversation with Fangs.

She rolled her eyes annoyed already, she stormed to the dance floor in desperation to find at least one of her friends. However, Ronnie and Betty were nowhere to be found. She felt a tap on her shoulder as she roamed the room looking for her friends.

She turned around ready to snap at who touched her, “Oh,” She let out a soft breathe realizing it was just Reggie. She flashed him one of her toothy smiles, “I got the stuff.” He said motion to his jacket pocket, this made Y/N smile.

She grabbed Reggie’s hand and took him to the bar. “I think i’m going to need more to drink first.” She smirked at her friend who had a playful look in his eye. She knew Reggie would be the perfect assistance for her plan for later.

Reggie watched Y/N pour shots for them, he couldn’t help but notice how good she looked tonight. “Here,” She said handing him five shots , downing one as she gave him her first.

“What no toast first,” He winked at her gulping down the harsh taste that filled his mouth. She just laughed, few more shots later Y/N was ready to dance.

She dragged Reggie away from the bar, she looked back as she took his hand and saw Sweet Pea shooting daggers at Reggie.

She smirked, she knew he would be watching her the whole night. She might as well entertain herself, if she had to deal with his constant staring.

The music picked up and her hips started moving quickly against Reggie’s. His hand placed a little too close on her thigh to be called friends, but she didn’t care she was drunk now.

The music let her escape the stress, she danced like no one was watching. She pressed her hips further into Reggie’s, grabbing his hand for support as she picked up her movements and started heavily grinding on him.

He pushed her backside down, letting her ass drop up and down on his body. She was incredible to watch. Sweet Pea was watching his knuckles were turning white, his face began to get flustered.

He hated watching her dance with Reggie, she danced on him like she was on a fucking stripper pole. He didn’t like the fact that his hand was creeping up her skirt, that only angered him more when she let him do it.

His jaw was locked his eyes held a fire in them that no one saw before. Fangs noticed him tensing up watching Y/N dance, he knew his friend developed a crush on the girl he’s been taunting. Hell that’d why he did it in the first place, it’s the only way he knew how to get someone’s attention by being sarcastic and harshly taunting them with his words.

“Dude, relax.” He said to Sweet Pea, his friend just downed his drink and went to get another one hoping that when he came back she would be off of the dirtbag behind her.

He couldn’t take his eyes off of her the moment he saw her in the crowd. She looked sinful, the lace accenting her curves on her body, the tight skirt made her ass look impeccable and the tights, the fishnets sent Sweets over the edge.

He loved the way she looked tonight, he wanted her for himself. He watched her ass moving aggressively with Reggie, his eyes locking on hers as she smirked.

His eyes were filled with rage, once he saw you whisper something in his ear and the both of you disappeared. He crushed the red solo cup in his hand as he couldn’t see her angelic face anymore.

He roughly grabbed a bottle of Vodka and went back to Fangs. Taking a heavy gulp from the bottle then grunted, “I’m going for a smoke.”

Y/N snorted a line the rush filled her head, it wasn’t enough to sober her up, but it worked its course. She didn’t want to over do it, but Reggie encourage her to take another line.

They were alone in the bathroom, she took another line tilting her head back closing the other nostril letting the substances take over her body.

She didn’t want to be with Reggie anymore, she needed to find him. “Reggie, I’m going to fill my cup up again want anything.” She stammered, coming closer to Reggie.

“I’m good Y/N, but here take this you’ll need it.” He said handing her a lighter and the joint knowing she wasn’t going to come back. It was typical Y/N at a party, getting what she wants and leaving. But he didn’t care, he wanted her to have a good time just like old times.

She scanned the crowd, he was nowhere in sight. She groaned mentally, she stumbled her way over to the dark brunette. “So,” She slurred to Fangs, feeling confident as ever.

Fangs was taken back by her presence, her breathe smelt like alcohol. He smirked at her, she knew exactly what she wanted and she was going to find him.

“Where’s your friend, googly eyes.” Her poor choice of words made the Serpent laugh, but instead of laughing with him she snickered.

She didn’t understand why her question was funny.

Fangs scanned her up and down, he mentally noted that Sweet Pea was in for it. “Outside for a smoke.” He said pointing to the back door, she smirked.

Pulling out the joint and lighting it in front of the Serpent, she looked at him and whispered in his ear. “Looks like i’m going to have to join him.”

Fangs was surprised by Y/N, she did not look like the type that smoked. She drug the joint between her red lips, and blew it slowly watching Fangs watch her movements carefully.

She decided it was time, she headed towards the door swiftly. Only lightly stumbling because her thigh highs were killing her.

The warmth of the liquor vanished her body as she stepped outside. She looked around before finding the Serpent slumped against the wall dragging a cigarette from his perfectly plumped lips.

She shivered slightly, she walked confidently to the Serpent. She stood over Sweet Pea this time taller than him, he just looked her up and down before that devilish smirk appeared.

He watched her intensely as she pressed the joint to her lips, seductively. He licked his lips, her red stained lips looked so smooth and inviting.

Her legs were now straddled over him, she felt him tense up beneath her. She looked him in his deep, mysterious eyes and took the cigarette from his lips and placed it between her own.

The smoke escaped her lips and into her nostrils as she blew it in his face. “Couldn’t handle a Northside party?” She smirked, his eyes trailing to her legs.

She noticed he was taking in her appearance instead of looking at her face. She grunted and shifted upwards, causing the slightest friction between her and Sweet Pea.

He knew she was drunk, the way she stumbled out here to find him made his heart flutter. She was looking for him. She grabbed his face harshly, “Look at me when i’m talking to you.” She said angrily.

[myriadimagines]

Toxic

Riverdale One Shot

Pairing: Reader x Veronica Lodge

Other Characters: Archie Andrews

Warnings: Breakups

Request: “Hope your not too stressed, could I get an One shot of Male! Reader x Veronica lodge. With the following: “What do you want me to say ____?” “Something! I don’t know, anything!” “I just can’t… I can’t do this anymore.” “Stop! Don’t you dare walk away from me! Don’t you dare!” They’re breaking up because of Archie. The reader feels that veronica stills has feelings towards Archie. At the end they break up and the whole school finds out and everyone is asking them why, but they don’t say anything” - anonymous

Word Count: 1,115

A/N: Bold of you to assume I’m not stressed all the time but thank you for your concern!! And I’m assuming the reader and Veronica are dating after Veronica’s relationship with Archie here, but I wasn’t sure if that was what you wanted, and I didn’t know who you wanted saying what in the dialogue you provided but I hope you like it!

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Veronica’s relationship with Archie was one you had always looked upon with a slight resentment, even before you and Veronica started dating. You tried your best to be happy for them, yet it was hard, seeing your close friend and the girl you had fallen in love with be together. The way he’d so casually drape his arm around her, the way you’d see them kissing in the hallways, it all seemed to strike you in a way you didn’t think was possible, tapping into emotions you didn’t think existed.

When Veronica and Archie broke up, you felt simultaneous relief and happiness, none of which you were able to show. You had to be there for both of them, reassuring them that perhaps they weren’t meant for each other, perhaps it was never meant to work out. It was the topic of Riverdale High’s gossip for weeks, Team Varchie suddenly breaking up out of the blue. You had been Veronica’s shoulder to cry on, helping her through the whole ordeal. Perhaps it was selfish of you, but you had wondered what her breakup would mean for your relationship, if after all these months you could finally make a move. Perhaps the both of you moved to quickly, another flaw in your relationship, but at the time, it seemed right. Three months and two weeks after Veronica’s breakup with Archie, you and Veronica had gone out to dinner, and at the end of it, you kissed her.

Your relationship was quick to fall into place after the first kiss. Veronica didn’t waste time making it clear the two of you were exclusive, if not already boyfriend and girlfriend. You remembered seeing the confusing and jealousy mixed into Archie’s expression when he saw Veronica place a suggestive hand on your knee, and again when you reached over to tuck her hair behind her ears. You hated how smug you felt, how it shouldn’t feel so good to gain satisfaction from Archie’s pain, yet you finally had the girl you had been coveting for so long.

If there were still any remnants of gossip theorizing over Veronica and Archie’s breakup, it was quickly dispelled with new gossip concerning you and Veronica’s newfound relationship. There were whispers here and there about how your relationship wouldn’t last, but you were the new talk of the town. The new ‘it’ couple of Riverdale, confidently strutting down the hallway, hand in hand.

Your relationship lasted 7 months, but it was already doomed to fail 2 months before you broke up.

Jealousy was a toxin that felt all too familiar to you. It sneaked into your relationship with Veronica, poisoning the roots far before the symptoms became present. It lay within you, dormant, yet it was always festering, waiting for the right moment to strike. You could feel it bubbling within you whenever you noticed the small things, small things you had tried to ignore in the beginning before they started to escalate out of control. Before it escalated into the very thoughts that plagued your mind from the minute you woke up, to right before you fell asleep. You’d make excuses for yourself and Veronica, purposefully misattributing Veronica’s behaviour for your own sake, for your own sanity.

The little glances you’d catch Veronica and Archie exchanging. Coincidence, at first. Nothing more than accidents. The way Veronica’s arm would linger on Archie’s. It was simply her being friendly, it was just who she was. Quickly, your excuses fell apart, leaving the truth you had been afraid to accept, the truth you were so desperately rejecting.

Veronica was still in love with Archie. It was indisputable.

You tried to cling onto whatever remnants of a relationship you still had. Tried to fill the empty hole in your heart -- eaten away with jealousy -- with dates, romantic outings, empty ‘I love yous’. You tried to clumsily fix your relationship, tried to control her, force a wedge between her and Archie, but nothing seemed to work. Soon, you realized your relationship had turned toxic out of jealousy. There was nothing you could do to change a person’s mind when they’re in love, yet you still didn’t want to let go of the girl you loved without a fight.

It was a Saturday night when you finally confronted Veronica about her feelings towards Archie. She remained silent as you listed off evidence of her affections towards the ginger haired boy, and her silence rattled you. You had hoped she’d fight for your relationship as hard as you were fighting now, but as she sat on the couch, staring into her hands, it seemed like she was willing to let everything slip away.

“What do you want me to say, y/n?” Veronica asked, her voice quiet, and you threw your hands in the air.

“Something!” you yelled desperately, and she flinched. “I don’t know, anything!”

“I just can’t… I can’t do this anymore.” Veronica choked out, finally looking up at you with tears in her eyes. She got up to leave, but you shook your head.

“Don’t walk away from me, V.” you called out after her, and you watched her ball her hands into fists as she forced herself to keep going. “Veronica, don’t you dare!”

“Do you want me to tell you I don’t love him anymore?” Veronica cried, turning around. “Tell you that I don’t feel anything for him? Because I can’t, y/n! I’m sorry, but I can’t.”

A small part of you felt relief, a final confirmation, condemnation, of your relationship. Yet, hearing Veronica’s confession allowed the jealousy and bitterness to swallow your heart, whole, leaving you utterly empty and lost. You stared at her, before turning away. You wished she had stayed, walked back to you and tried to fix things, yet she left, closing the door behind her, turning away from you.

At school, people were quick to pick up on the distance between you and Veronica. The avoidance of eye contact, the way you sat across the room from each other instead of leaning against one another. Just like the news with Veronica and Archie, the news of your breakup quickly spread, and people were desperate to know the details. You heard Veronica and Betty talking, Betty trying to console her, yet Veronica remained quiet about the exact details of that Saturday night. Archie and Jughead had tried to offer you advice, tried to sneak in questions which you adamantly refused to answer. It remained one of the biggest mysteries in Riverdale High, a mystery which remained to be solved. Yet, if anything in your relationship was certain, it was that the truth about your breakup would never be revealed.

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[sweetpeaprompts]

Consequences Part Ten

sweet pea x oc

song inspiration: ocean eyes- billie eilish

warnings: fluff, this chapter is super soft, some Veronica bashing. (I love her so much but for the sake of this chapter shes a b-i-c-t-h-...ignore my vine reference rip vine.)

word count: 1.5k

summary: dani, FP’s daughter with another woman is finally going home to southside and staying there for good. she’s glad to be back with her brother jughead, best friends toni, and fangs, and her something more than friends, sweet pea.

masterlist:

part ten:

Sweet Pea’s POV:

Xxx

Riverdale’s Northside sucks, what else is new. The school though is great because you’ve never gone to a school with working… well everything. The teachers seem to actually care, the textbooks are unmarked and legible, Hell even the desks are in pristine condition and not bolted to the floor.

That being said the students leave a little to be desired. Their prejudice isn’t masked behind smug smirks anymore. Their hatred is blatant and their fear is palpable. Being at this school is probably the best thing that’s ever happened to us but you won’t just roll over to some Northside pricks who think they’re better than you and your friends just because you are from the other side of town. You’ve been in fights that you hadn’t started but you certainly ended. Of course you were the only one punished for said fights but like you said,, you won’t just roll over and take it.

That doesn’t mean you want to just give up on education because despite what people think you’re actually quite smart and this may be your chance to get you and Danielle out of Riverdale. You both don’t want to leave the Serpents because they’re your family but you also don’t want to be drug smuggling the rest of your life just so you can get by while some already rich bastard gets even richer. You want to go to college, you like numbers… math comes so easy to you that you’ve already been placed in advanced calculus. You think maybe you’ll be ok with some boring 9-5 job if it brings you and Danielle some stability. You see a real future with her.

You’re brought out of your musings when Fangs and Danielle join you in the student lounge. You all have a free period so you mostly spend it together. Toni has a free period but she’s usually off with Cheryl. A weird development that’s for sure because Cheryl used to be the Queen of Hating Serpents but if anyone can change someone’s world views it’s certainly Toni.

Dani sits on the couch beside you, snuggling deeper into your side. Another thing you like about this school is that it’s easier to show PDA to your beautiful girlfriend. Dani leans over and kisses your cheek and you inhale her perfume. It’s the Sweet Pea perfume from Bath and Body Works that you got her ironically and she hasn’t stopped wearing it. You take in her outfit too, she’s wearing blue jean shorts, a white long sleeve with her ever present Serpent jacket except this one is her dark jean one instead of her leather.

You smile down at her and continue on with your conversation with Fangs, after about twenty minutes you look down at what Dani is doing that’s kept her so enraptured. She’s reading a book of poems and writing notes. She must be writing a new song.

“What are you doing baby?” you ask, and smiles up and you and your heart clenches. God you love her.

“Writing a song. There’s a talent show coming up and I hear that Josie and the Pussy Cats always wins or more recently Veronica Lodge.” she grimaces at the name. “I wanted to write a song and perform.” she finishes with an insecure smile. She’s the baddest most confident woman you know but when it comes to her singing she always gets so insecure.

“Oh yeah whats the song about?” you ask her. “You.” She responds simply.

“Oh yeah? You writing a love ballad about me or paying ode to my sexual prowess?” you smirk.

“Ha ha. Very funny Sweets.” she rolls her khol lined eyes. “If you must know I read this poem by Anna Uhlich. It reminded me of you…”

Fangs rolls his eyes at how lovey dovey you two are and goes back to texting a certain boy on his phone.

“It goes like this: ‘my eyes are an ocean in which my dreams are reflected.’”

You smile at her, “What does that mean to you baby?”

“You’re so passionate and despite how you portray yourself all your emotions are expressed through your eyes. Everytime you look at me I fall in love even more, you’ve got me stuck in your ocean eyes.” She whispers that last part and for a few seconds you forget you’re at school.

The moment is disrupted by none other than Veronica Lodge herself. “Aww how cute,” she coos giving you both a grin like the cat that got the canary. “I see you signed up for the talent show… I didn’t even know Serpent Scum had talent.” she bites. You see Danielle squeeze her fists together in anger and you can feel your face grow hot with rage.

“Jesus Christ Veronica. It’s a high school talent show. Are you really so threaten you resort to playground insults.” you look up at Betty in surprise. You knew that the blonde was dating Jug and you knew she was ok with the Serpents but you never thought she’d stand up for one.

“B, what the hell?”

“No V, you’re being ridiculous.” Betty grabs Jugs hand and goes to sit down on the chairs beside you. “I think you should leave if you’re going to be like that…”

Veronica’s face looks almost comical. Her look of shock quickly forms to anger as she turns tale and walks away.

“Thanks Betty.” Danielle smiles.

“Anytime.” Betty responds. You scratch your head, thinking about how you just saw a new friendship bloom.

Xxx

Two long grueling weeks later, (You’re still not used to all this school work) you, Jugs, Betty, Fangs, Toni, Cheryl, Kevin, and even FP are sitting front row in the schools auditorium waiting for the talent show to start. Dani has been working so hard on this song and she hasn’t let anyone hear it yet.

A few people perform, a little magic act here, some dancing there. Josie and her Pussy Cats sing some obscure pop anthem about sex and girl power that really gets the crowd going. They’re talented, you’ve gotta them that that.

Veronica and Archie are next on stage singing Mad World which is boring but decent. That is until she just storms off stage. Always with the dramatics.

Lastly Dani heads to the stage, her electric piano is being set up. You hit Fangs in the chest in excitement because you love your girl so much and you are so proud of her. Toni grabs your hand and grins from ear to ear.

“Go Dani” Fangs and Toni yell followed by some whistles from FP and Jugs.

She takes a seat and you see her inhale a big breath.

“Hi everyone, my name is Dani Jones and I’m going to be singing a song I wrote…”

The music starts, it’s some and melodic. Dani hums out some notes, fingers tapping away at different effects on the keyboard.

I've been watching you

For some time

Can't stop staring at those oceans eyes

Burning cities and napalm skies

Fifteen flares inside those ocean eyes

Your ocean eyes

You catch a subtle gasp in your throat. You knew she was an amazing singer but this soft tune written just for you is beautiful. You think back to the poem she described to you.

No fair

You really know how to make me cry

When you gimme those ocean eyes

I'm scared

I've never fallen from quite this high

Falling into your ocean eyes

Those ocean eyes

I've been walking through

A world gone blind

Can't stop thinking of your diamond mind

Careful creature made friends with time

He left her lonely with a diamond mind

And those ocean eyes

The tempo gets a little faster and your entranced.

No fair

You really know how to make me cry

When you gimme those ocean eyes

I'm scared

I've never fallen from quite this high

Falling into your ocean eyes

Those ocean eyes

Knowing she wrote this song specifically makes you melt. I mean yeah you’re a tough, hardened Serpent but something about this small black haired girl makes your palms sweat and your knees weak.

No fair

You really know how to make me cry

When you gimme those ocean eyes

I'm scared

I've never fallen from quite this high

Falling into your ocean eyes

Those ocean eyes

Yeah… this is love.

Xxx

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[in2manyfandoms]

New Hate // Part 2

Warnings: Sarcasm and swearing but hay

this took me so long to write. I hate writers block 

links to all dances and song are in the writings. 

happy reading 

You made your way to the dance studio, honestly it was your place to let go. You had a free period and well you kinda just wanted a place to go when you wanted to breathe. You stepped into the changing rooms quickly going into the corner of the room and placed you bag onto the bench. You pulled out a pair of tracksuit bottoms and a random racer-back tank top. You quickly slipped it on, wasting no time at all. You put your trainers on, Isn’t like you really needed them but still it is easier to dance in shoes than barefoot. Floor burns are the worst. You quickly picked up your ipod and bottled water and making it into the empty studio. You breathed slowly and pulled in your ipod to the aux lead. You clicked on the menu to spotify. You scrolled through all your songs finding the best one to use. You clicked a random song, went to the middle of the room putting your hair up in a ponytail and started warming up. Fancy Footwork was the song. You loved it cus it was jumpy and easy to warm up to. You finished the warm up when the song finished, God warming up gets you so pumped. You looked good in the mirror, Tattoo’s on show, sweaty. You laughed. Like Cheryl used to say back home “If you ain’t sweating you’re not working hard enough” you moved over to your ipod and clicked scammed through your songs, you picked up your wattle bottle taking a swing before clicking on a song. You waited for it to load and you went back to the middle of the room taking deep breaths before the song started. One time . You started, you went as the music went, every beat spoke a different thing. You were doing Commercial/Grunge dance (this dance). You felt hot. You felt like eyes were watching you but honestly you didn’t care, this space was your getaway. The song finished, You looked in the mirror, the mirrors were practically steamed up. You went over to the mirror wiping away some of the steam from it. The music began to play again. You began to move to the centre of the room. You loved this song. more than any. “Last song” you whispered. You breathed heavily. (this dance) The bass of the song empowered your movements. After the song finished the music quickly stopped not going any further. You did your cool down, you felt good because you got every emotion out of system. You headed to the changing rooms stripping off the sweaty clothes. You wiped your sweat with a small towel. You put deodorant on after putting your clothes back on. You were tired but you feel so good. You couldn’t explain the words for how good you felt.

You went back through to the hallway. There was an uncertainty in the air, you turned your head to the end of the corridor. Of course it was those two ‘drama’ students. You headed to your locker opening it, you only caught the last parts of the argument at the end of the corridor. “ Honestly i feel bad for you” You turned your head towards the drama. Feels like home. Oliver moved the middle of the corridor. He turned away from Emaline. The plot thickens. And Emaline just shoots back “WELL YOU HAVE A TINY DICK” She announced. She was so proud of herself. He quickly turned around so amazed that she would say something like that. This was entertaining for sure. Got to get that popcorn. The crowd just went wild. You laughed, I mean it was funny. “Were done, Alright. It’s over, that’s it” She was pissed “fine” she stomped on his glasses and simple moved through the crowd. “BITCH” he was fuming, you could see it written all over his pale face. “MY GRANDMA GAVE ME THOSE” he pointed at the broken glasses on the floor “SHE HAS DIABETES” In a way you kinda felt bad for him, but god this is was classic bitch behaviour. He spotted you in the crowd, you looked back into your locker. You rather be looking at the dull locker that what’s his face. “You dance?” a voice spoke, you simply just ignored it. “Well, If you can dance, you can act” The pause was annoying “Maybe you should come see drama club” You took your head back to the voice. You were annoyed with the smug look on his face. He leaned on the locker next to yours. “Oken is it?” you asked. He’s face dropped “Read my lips okay” You spoke slowly for him to understand “Never going to happen” You smirked. You picked your bag from your locker and slammed it making him jump. You strutted down the corridor to the double doors. “Come on, Y/N” he followed you down the corridor, he grabbed your arm, turning you to face him “You can see me act properly and then you can tell what you think.” He paused. He came closer to you “Performer to Performer” You looked down at his hand around your arm. Your eyes flicked back up to his face looking into his brown eyes, you kinda just fell for a second. His eyes are so dramatic like him. It’s annoying. You snatched back your arm and flipped your hair as your turned back around. “Fine” you breathed but not loud enough for him to hear. You could feel his smirk at you. “I didn’t quite hear that, love” He spoke, you could hear the amusement in his voice. You turned your head “Fine” you spoke again, a bit louder. he chuckled quite loudly. “I heard you the first time, just wanted you to say it a bit louder” He walked past you and walked backwards. He winked at you which was strange as fuck. Did Oliver Schermerhorn just wink at you? must have something in his eye. He began turning around walking away from you. You kinda just forgot where you were going for a second. 

You made it through the last class. You were bored the entire lesson. Your were just thinking how Oliver winked and you and called you love. What was up with that shit man? I mean yeah he’s alright looking but hes a dick. and you’re new after all. The bell rang through the hallways of the school. You looked at the clock before realising it was time to see drama club. You weren’t excited, nor appealed by this. You did say you’d go but only to see how much the drama club was as bad as Oliver and Emaline. You got from your seat putting your bag on, you slowed walked out of the room. you practically mooched down the corridor. You were already 10 minutes late. You made it into the auditorium, you opened the heavy door making quite an entrance. You felt like Veronica. Everyone hushed when you entered. You made your way to an empty seat a few rows from the other students. You chucked your bag down on the floor, moving the seat down for you to sit on and slumped into the chair, you put your feet up on the seats in front of you. You were comfortable. But comfortable is PJ's and woolly socks. “ Oh you seem to be sincere and good ” Oliver spoke, his voice echoing through the theatre. He walked straight past Emaline not looking her in the eye but behind her. He got to the back of her a turned around “how strange it is that we meet and now we must part” He was angry. He still was angry with her. Whats going on behind the scenes though? you didn’t need to know but Guessing by hes tone, it was bad. “That is the way of the world” She turned around to face him, she looked up to his face, she was not caring at all. But it seems so real, her real emotions. “May I kiss you, my fair lady” she grabbed his face going into a full make out scene. And i stand corrected! again, seriously? e pushed her off him, he exhaled through his mouth. It was loud. “All right, that’s it for today, good work everyone, lets try be off book by tomorrow” He pressed his hands together. He ran down the steps off the stage towards you. You kissed your teeth. You couldn’t be arsed for his bullshit acting right now. He ran up to the seat you were sat, you looked down at your nails and back at him. “How was that” He asked he sat on the chair diagonal to you. “Emaline is doing better” You paused “You just made a make out scene for no reason” You shrugged your shoulders and yawned. “Do you even know how to kiss a girl, looks like your eating her face” You pointed at the pink lipstick on his face. “You got a bit of Emaline on there, mate” You laughed. He quickly wiped his face. “Do the scene with me then” He smuggled face became annoying super fast. You looked in his eyes “I’m not kissing you, after you just made out with your ex” You were grossed out “I ain’t having no sloppy seconds” you were all sassy, you brought yourself forward bring your feet down. He gave you the puppy dog look. You sucked the air in a awkwardly nodded. You gave in. Why? Why would you even give in. Be strong Y/N. Shit then. He jumped from his chair racing down the stairs to the stage. You slowly got up kicking your bag out of the way. You made your way to the stage slowly. You breathed out heavily and you were pissed. “From the top yeah?” He spoke, He started grinning at you. You just gave a sarcastic smile. “Oh you seem to be sincere and good” He spoke loudly and proud, you stood with your hands together. He was looking you dead in the eye. This is shit. Shit. Shit. this is a shit situation. “how strange it is that we meet and now we must part” He walked pasted you slowly, It was like he was extending this torture. “That is the way of the world” You spoke, sassy. You turned back around to face him. you shrugged your shoulders bring your arms up in complete an utter sarcasm. “May I kiss you, my fair lady” He smiled doing a little bow. That was inn the first time you did it. You nodded. You move closer to him, you snaked your arms around his neck. “trust me” you whispered. You lent into him so that your foreheads met. his arms grabbed your waist pulling you closer. You could smell cigarettes, the smell was so familiar. You lent in putting your head to the side. You could feel his nervousness from his hands on your waist. He closed his eyes as you both leaned in further just as your lips met. You slammed your eyes shut. They touched, It was sweet and innocent. Your lips began trembling against his. His lips tasted like lip gloss. Ew sloppy seconds. But i mean Emaline tastes good so. no complaints. He parted his lips partly so the kiss could deepen. It was slow but sweet, You kissed a few more times. Quits. Oh my god, You need to stop. You slowly pulled out the kiss, You pulled back and your eyes fluttered open. You caught your breath back. His eyes were still shut. You looked at him as his eyes fluttered open. He breathed through his nose. You took your arms from around his neck to down chest. Hes arms still around your waist made you feel a bit awkward. If your brother was still here, he’d be cheering. You laughed “Well done, Owen” You pulled away from him running down the stage to the stairs. Where Emaline was stood. Pissed. you may add. you slowly walked down the steps towards her and stood close to her by her side but looking towards the doors. “You maybe be pissed but you deserve better and someone who doesn’t treat you like shit” You whispered. You ran up to get your bag, you wiped the back of your neck. Some drama club that was. Shit me. You ran up those steps out of that place. God you didn’t even want to look back. You made your way into the parking lot and found the Audi. You placed your bag on the bonnet and boosted yourself up so that you were standing on it. You paused for a second before leaping onto the roof of the car. You lowered yourself down so that you were crossed legged. You could hear shouting from the fire exit. You weren’t even bothered. That kiss was lingering in your mind. You looked down at your pocket with your phone in. You weren’t gonna answer that shit. You held your head in your hands. The cold air slipped in your clothes making you shiver. You heard an alarm, your head moved to the side towards the school. You just saw a coloured boy running out of the building soaked. You put your head back between your hands again. Resting them. “You know, you shouldn’t be sat on the roof of a car” You heard a voice. Oliver. You took your hands away lifting your head up. “who says?” You spoke harshly. “Maybe we should wait for the owner” He spoke again looking back at the school. You slid off the side of the car. You itched the tip of your nose “Maybe” You smirked. At least he had his back turned. You felt keys in your pocket and pulled them out gently so they didn’t make a sound. “I see the owner” You spoke louder so that he went into operation looking for the owner. “Where” He looked everywhere. You held the keys up so that they were visible “Right here” you smirked. He turned around to face you. He held a shocked expression. “Oh, how this has been lovely but times wasting” You sarcastically spoke. You grabbed your bag off the bonnet and opened the door to the driver side. You laughed and put the keys in the ignition as you slammed the door. You started the car putting your middle finger up at him and your started the car driving off. What a fucking day.

#oliver schermerhorn #oliver schermerhorn imagine #oliver shermerhorn imagine #everything sucks #everythingsucks! #everything sucks imagines #everything sucks imagine #masterlist #in2manyfandoms imagines

[honeybee-bzz]

TdV review - Vienna, 28/10/17

tagging @3andastra3 since you asked to hear my thoughts on the show ^^

Long post so under the cut

Sooo…where to begin? First of all, the Kentaur sets and costumes are gorgeous, though the original design will always be my favourite for a few reasons. Some things I really enjoyed abt the sets here though:

·         The cave (?) at the beginning and end – visually a lot more interesting than just a mountain backdrop and some snow

·         The glimpse at Sarah as the library set turns around before Wenn Liebe in Dir ist as she’s trying on the dress (also the implication that Koukol serves as her maid XD)

·         The implication that the ballroom may actually be an old chapel and that Krolock is literally “preaching” to his brethren

Some thoughts on the cast (all mains except Magda, who was played by Anja Backus):

·         Drew Sarich: Okay, so I mentioned in my top 10 Krolock list that Drew wasn’t vocally my fave in the role based on bootlegs from the past Vienna run, but honestly, he seems to be more comfortable with the role now tbh??? I really, really enjoyed his performance – my new favourite, hands down. I feel like some performers play the role a bit too seriously/stiffly (for example, Thomas Borchert’s Krolock was always a bit too cold for me) but Drew highlights the comedic aspects of the role. Love the “waaah” when Alfred runs at him with the candlestick, the “boo!” and the Rocky punch. My fav moment though was when he squinted at Abronsius’ card. (I need to draw Krolock with reading glasses omg) I also thought his reaction in ToFi was quite interesting? Sarah kept trying to kiss him, and he reacted almost as if he was scared of her. The way Drew played it, it felt like Sarah might have been triggering some kind of emotion – maybe not love or anything like that, but guilt, perhaps? It felt like he was realising this girl was placing herself inside the jaws of a monster without realising it, and he may have felt a nanosecond of shame over it.

·         Diana Schnierer: a very sweet, but also headstrong Sarah! VERY frustrated during Draussen ist Freiheit and her “But I only wanted to bathe” line at Chagal was very angry, as was her “Excuse me?” when she caught Alfred spying – I really enjoyed that! Clearly enjoyed herself at the castle (super smug during Bücher) and VERY into Krolock – with this Sarah, I really felt like she thought Krolock was being sincere until he bit her, poor thing. Vocally, you could tell she was still struggling a little (esp. with some higher notes), but given her young age she did an astonishing job in my opinion (I VASTLY prefer her over Veronica Appedu’s Sarah) I got quite mad about some comments I overheard from other audience members who said she was a bad singer – like, cut her some slack? She’s super young and she did great. This was also the first Sarah I’ve seen who felt like an actual teenage girl from the way she behaved.

·         Raphael Gross: SO. ADORABLE. A very lovesick, air-headed Alfred. 10/10 would recommend. Also quite entranced by Krolock during Vor Dem Schloss! I really don’t have much comments about him other than he’s pretty much perfect? I really enjoyed Raphael’s Alfred. Particularly liked the way how he looked at Abronsius during Wahrheit – that was the look you give a beloved but senile relative.

·         Sebastian Brandmeir: I can only agree with all that has been said by other reviewers: he’s hilarious. A very good Abronsius. Also: dat high note!

·         Charles Kreische: A very bitchy Herbert. He didn’t really stand out all that much, tbh? Though I gotta admit I wasn’t that taken in by his interpretation.

·         Anja Backus: A good Magda with a powerful voice. I liked how flustered she got when Alfred picked up her stuff during Alles ist Hell.

·         Nikolas Tenerani / Dawn Bullock / Florian Resetarits: Solid performances all around! Rebecca was 100% done throughout which I loved XD

Overall, it was a great evening and a very energetic, lively performance – you could tell that everyone was really giving it 100%.

A special shout out to the conductor Michael Römer, who not only mouthed along to the songs, but also did rock hands along with Drew during the finale XD

#tanz der vampire #dance of the vampires #tdv #tdv vienna

[artificialqueens]

Undone, Chapter 13 (Bitney/Courtney x Fame) - Stephanie/Veronica

A/N: Welcome to Chapter 13 of UNDONE, our slow burn Bitney lesbian AU. Here’s a link to the previous chapters.

Summary: Bianca makes Courtney an epic gown for Halloween, then finally joins her for Sunday Funday at The Abbey, where things get a little too real…(And Miss Fame has a bonus cameo.)

Thank you so much to our lovely beta readers: @kitschypixel , @sheofthethrone ,  @jillybean2314 <3

TW: This story deals with themes of emotional abuse, and since that can be subtle, we’re going to keep a general TW on all of the chapters, even when it seems like it doesn’t apply.

***

It’s probably not the best idea for Bianca to make Courtney’s Halloween costume - not with the mountains of work she has on her plate for the show. Because of course, she can’t bring herself to slap together something cheap and passable. She has to obsess over the design, worry about every detail, agonize over the fit, torture herself to make sure the finishing touches are all perfect.

The direction had been both very vague and very detailed, in typical Courtney fashion. ‘Sasha came up with the theme this year, and all she said was “inspired by your hometown.” And like, Brisbane is not inspiring so I was thinking something Sydney-ish? Maybe use the Opera House design? It doesn’t have to be literal though. Have fun with it! My other plan was just gonna be to dress as a koala so honestly, whatever you do...’

And when she pulls the gown out of the garment bag, seeing the delighted look on Courtney’s face makes it all worth it. She helps her try it on, relieved to see that it fits like a glove. She’d used the Opera House architecture as a structural element on the black corset top and headpiece.

“Well? What do you think?” Bianca steps back, turning Courtney towards the mirror so that she can see the full costume.  

Courtney looks in the mirror, mouth agape, and Bianca feels a surge of pride.

“This is like...I can’t believe I’m gonna waste it on Halloween. I want to wear it to the Met Ball.”

“Are you going to the Met Ball?!” Bianca gasps, and Courtney giggles, shaking her head.

“No, of course not.”

Bianca lets out a disappointed sigh.

“In what world am I famous enough to attend the Met Ball?” Courtney laughs.

“I dunno...you know people.”

“Yeah, maybe in another life,” Courtney says. “But a Halloween party at Rasputin will have to do for now.”

Bianca places the headpiece carefully into a box and then walks over to help her out of the gown.

“You sure you don’t wanna come?” Courtney asks.

“It’s not that I don’t want to. I just can’t do a party in the middle of the week right now,” Bianca says.

“Alright, well, everyone will be bummed. They keep asking when you’re gonna hang out again.”

“Next time,” Bianca says.

“You always say that,” Courtney replies with a slight chuckle.

Bianca zips the dress into the garment bag as Courtney pulls on her shirt. She takes a deep breath, her to do list weighing heavily on her mind.

“And I always mean it...cunt,” she deadpans.

Her snarkiness is met with a gleeful giggle, Courtney lunging forward and capturing her into a hug. She smiles, gazing up at Bianca with an expression that makes her want to claw the curtains down. Bianca clears her throat and steps away.

“So...yeah, I hope the dress is what you wanted.”

“Are you kidding? I’m gonna blow everyone away. Adore is going as a pregnant chola and Shea’s planning to wear a hot dog on her head or something. I think Pearl’s just planning to wear her sluttiest bathing suit? There’s no prize, but I’m gonna win anyway.”

“Glad to hear it.”

Courtney stands for a moment, wanting to linger but knowing better.

“I guess I should get out of your hair now, huh?” Courtney asks, cradling the garment bag like a baby

“Yeah, I have a ton of sewing to do. For like, my actual job.” A guilty look flashes across Courtney’s face, and Bianca quickly adds. “Not that I minded taking a break from all that. It was, uh, fun to have creative license.” She follows Courtney to the door, trying to stop the dogs from jumping all over her.

“Okay, well...thank you, again. It’s so beautiful. You’re the best.”

“Yeah, I fucking know that,” Bianca retorts with a smirk, leaning against the door frame. “Now get outta here.”

Courtney giggles and tosses an air kiss over her shoulder, and Bianca’s cheeks hurt from smiling as she closes the door, when a moment of mild panic flashes through her. “A ton of sewing” had perhaps been an understatement. She heads back inside, realizing that she’s about to have a hell-ride of a weekend playing catch-up.

She works for the rest of the day, only getting up from her work table to brew more coffee, ignoring the ache in her back, the way her vision occasionally starts to blur. She barely even notices the sun going down as she hunches over the sewing machine, having finished almost a full rack of alterations for next week’s shoot. She glances longingly at a bolt of velvet meant for one of the finale costumes she’s designing, promising herself for a break to start draping as soon as she’s done with Linda’s pants.

Jared pushes open the door, saying, “Hey stranger…”

“Hi, when did you get home?” Bianca barely looks up, not wanting to fuck up the seam.

Jared rolls his eyes. “Like three hours ago?”

“Sorry, I’ve been busy.”

“Yeah, I see that. It’s almost nine, aren’t you hungry?” Jared asks.

“God, yes,” Bianca sighs.

“So, then maybe you should take a break…”

Bianca takes her foot off the pedal and looks up gratefully.

“...and make us some dinner?” Jared smirks.

Bianca scoffs and goes back to her seam, muttering, “Ha ha, fuck you.”

Jared’s smug expression goes sour as he spits out, “That was a joke!” and slams the door behind him.

Bianca sighs, looking up at the ceiling for a moment before getting up to chase after him.

“Jared, wait…”

She finds him in the kitchen, opening drawers and then slamming them shut, looking for something he can’t seem to find.

“I’m sorry.”

“Where the fuck is the corkscrew?” he demands.

Bianca walks forward to retrieve it and hands it to him, trying to get him to look at her.

“I’m sorry, please. I know you were kidding but I’m just...I’m just stressed.”

“Whatever.” He opens a bottle of wine and starts to pour a glass, now looking more wounded than angry.

Bianca leans against the counter, asking softly, “You gonna pour some for me, too?”

He takes out a second glass and pours, looking at her with those hurt puppy eyes. When she reaches for the glass, he grabs her wrist and pulls her forward, burying his face in her hair.

“I just...I don’t understand,” he says. “You took all that time to make the costume for your friend, and now you’re mad at me because you’re stressed, and it’s not fucking fair.”

“You’re right.”

“I fucking miss you when it gets like this, and you know that, and so-”

“I know, I know,” Bianca wraps her arms around him. “I’m sorry. Let’s order some dinner.” She feels his body start to relax against hers and closes her eyes in relief.

***

With less than a week left in the season, Bianca has never felt more exhausted in her life. She’s been working over 18 hours a day to finish the costumes for the finale episode, and keep up with her normal workload. More, if she counts all the hours she’s put in at home.

She thought that today, at least, would bring a tiny bit of relief, and end to this seemingly endless election, one less thing to stress about. Instead, she’s in some kind of surreal dystopia - how the fuck could that man be president? It would be hilarious if it wasn’t so fucking awful. She goes through her usual morning tasks, trying to gain some tiny semblance of normalcy. Hoping that the mundane, familiar checklist will soothe her frayed nerves.

The door bangs open, startling her out of her thoughts. Courtney stands at the top of the stairs, hair in a messy bun, eyes red. She looks like she’s been crying all night.

“Hey,” Bianca says, wishing there was something she could say to make it better.

Courtney nods, dropping her bag on the ground and walking towards Bianca, looking so small and lost that Bianca can’t help but wrap her into a hug. Courtney holds on tight and begins to cry, face buried in Bianca’s neck.

“I know,” Bianca whispers, her own eyes feeling misty.

“How did this happen?” Courtney sobs.

“I don’t know…” Bianca rocks her, trying not to think about how soft her hair feels against her cheek. How warm her breath is. Using a national tragedy as an excuse for affection...that’s a new low for her. She feels gross, and begins to loosen her grip.

Courtney pulls away, sniffling.

“Fuck.”

“Yep.”

She rubs her eyes, taking a shaky breath.

“I have to go to hair.”

“Right.” Bianca touches her cheek softly, brushing away a tear, unable to stop from letting her fingers linger just a split second too long. “See you in a bit.”

“Yeah. Okay...Alright, I’m going.”

***

The wrap party was a welcome, much needed night for everyone to blow off some steam. But it’s possible that the combination of exhaustion and alcohol was not the best idea, because Bianca awakens on Saturday to one of the worst hangovers of her life, head pounding, stomach in turmoil.

She rolls over, wondering if she has the strength to get up and walk to the bathroom or if she should just vomit into the trash can by her bed. She notices that Jared’s left her some water and Alka-seltzer and feels a wave of gratitude along with her nausea.

It’s two hours later when she manages to sit up all the way, checking her phone, a smile pulling at the corners of her mouth when she sees the messages from Courtney.  

COURTNEY: Happyyyyy Hiaaaaatus…

COURTNEY: (You’re alive, right?)

COURTNEY: (Please be alive)

BIANCA: Ughhhhhhh

BIANCA: What the fuck happened last night?

COURTNEY: Um, I think you were like, a TINY little bit blackout :)

BIANCA: You don’t say

BIANCA: Omg I’m never drinking again.

COURTNEY: Bummer. Cause I was gonna invite you to Sunday Funday at the Abbey tomorrow.

BIANCA: Sure

COURTNEY: REALLY??????

BIANCA: I promised you I’d come next time!

COURTNEY: I thought you were lying!!!

BIANCA: No, I was just slammed during the season. We’re on hiatus. Bring on the mimosas

COURTNEY: <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

***

“B!” Courtney jumps up from her seat, racing over to the entrance to greet Bianca. Her eyes sweep over Bianca’s body, clad in a form-fitting sweater dress and tall boots, and she bites her lip, pulling her in for a tight hug.

“Hey,” Bianca says, a shiver running through her as Courtney takes her hand, leading her to their table.

“I honestly can’t believe you’re here,” she says, squeezing her fingers.

“I keep my promises,” Bianca replies, stomach doing a little somersault when Courtney tosses her a little smile.

When they’re almost at the table, Courtney leans in and murmurs, “I invited this cute couple I know so that you wouldn’t be the only straight person.”

“I’ve been to a gay bar before, Court,” says Bianca, rolling her eyes slightly.

“Ben! Jinkx! This is Bianca!”

“So now that your friend is here, are you gonna stop trying to steal my girlfriend?” Ben asks.

“Maybe,” Courtney says coyly, with a flutter of lashes.

“Hi, Bianca, nice to see you again.” Shea leans over to give her a hug.

“Yeah, you too. So what are we drinking?”

“Rum and fruit!” Sasha offers a sip of her mango mojito.

As they settle into their seats, Courtney fills Bianca in on their previous conversation, which was a dramatic retelling of the night that Ben and Jinkx met for the first time.

Courtney claims that she orchestrated the whole thing, “Giving Ben the benefit of my stellar game.”

Jinkx scoffs, chuckling. “Uh, sorry to break it to you, hon, but your game is as bad as his.”

“What?!” Courtney gasps.

“I could see them plotting from 3 tables away,” Jinkx explains.

“So, wait, why did you take me home?” Ben asks.

Jinkx casts a sideways look at him, head tilted, and shrugs. “You have a cute butt.”

“Hey, I’ll have you know that I have major game, okay? I was totally just fucking around,” Courtney insists.

“You have no game,” says Jinkx.

“I do so!”

“No. You don’t. You just have...all that.” Jinkx waves her hand around Courtney’s general vicinity.

“Charisma?” Courtney guesses with a flutter of lashes.

“No, sweetie. You’re hot. That’s your game. Being hot.”

“I am somehow...both deeply offend and totally flattered...” Courtney says, then looks over at Bianca, laughing into her drink. “Excuse me, what are you laughing at, ma’am?”

“I mean...she’s not wrong,” Bianca giggles.

“Oh, what do you know. I have game, alright? Maybe it just only works on lesbians.”

“Uh huh. That must be it,” Bianca deadpans.

“Hey losers,” pipes up a low voice, and Shea laughs.

“Hey Pearlie! Come sit. Thanks for joining...over an hour late.”

“It’s fucking Sunday, calm down,” Pearl says, settling into the booth. She nods hello to Jinkx and Ben, then does a double-take at Bianca. “Heyyy.”

“Back off, Pearl. She’s married,” Courtney says.

“When’s that ever stopped me?” Pearl asks, still leering at Bianca.

“And straight!”

“I repeat, when has that ever...Hiii, I’m Pearl, by the way.”

“Bianca.” Bianca lets Pearl take her hand, pretending not to notice Courtney’s clear irritation beside her. A tiny thrill ripples through her and she tosses her hair, flashing her dimples at the sleepy-eyed blonde. She doesn’t actually care about Pearl, but after months of seething silently while Courtney flirts with everyone around them, it’s a little fun to give her a taste of her own medicine.

The server appears just then with a tray of drinks, and Courtney sighs, immediately ordering another round before taking a sip.

“I thought you were a lightweight,” Bianca says.

“Yeah, well...Sunday Funday,” Courtney answers, toasting her with a flutter of lashes.

The drinks take effect quickly. By the time they finish their food, Courtney’s flirting even more impetuously than usual. Bianca can’t help but encourage her, dimples deepening at every teasing comment, biting her lip at every light touch.

Eventually, they all head to the dance floor, and though dancing is not high on Bianca’s list of preferred activities, she’s not prepared to turn down more opportunities to brush against Courtney in the crowd. Courtney barely breaks eye contact with her, even while being constantly interrupted by people who seem to know her - a bombshell redhead with gorgeous tattoos, a beautiful girl with legs for days that Bianca thinks she recognizes from the Rockwell, a go-go dancer on a pole trying valiantly to get her attention.

As they head up the steps for their next round, Courtney waves back to a woman on the opposite side of the bar, and Bianca shakes her head.

“How do you know everyone here?” Bianca wonders.

“‘Cause she’s a slut,” Shea offers, earning a light punch on the shoulder from her girlfriend.

“That is not how I would put it,” Sasha says, but Courtney shrugs.

“Eh, it’s fine. If the shoe fits…”

“Attagirl!” Shea laughs, sliding shots over to both of them.

Courtney raises her glass and Bianca follows.

“What are we toasting?”

“Ummm…” Courtney holds her gaze, head tilted, lips parted. “To keeping our promises.”

“Cheers,” Bianca answers simply, allowing Courtney to pull her back down the steps.

The dance floor slowly becomes more crowded, space between them shrinking to make room for more bodies. Temperature creeping up. Bianca’s cheeks burn as someone passes behind her, pressing her against Courtney, who gives her a slow, sexy grin.

Bianca swallows, the fluttery feeling in her belly being overtaken by a burning ache as Courtney’s hands brush against her hips. For a moment, it’s like she’s having an out of body experience, watching herself, alcohol buzzing through her veins, balance slightly off, leaning forward. She imagines what it would be like to close the short distance between them, to feel Courtney’s lips on hers, to press her against the DJ booth and tangle her hands in that soft blonde hair.

Courtney’s teasing smile fades for a second, looking at Bianca with so much intensity, so much expectation, that it causes Bianca’s heart to pound. Bianca inches closer still, feeling compelled by forces beyond her control.

And then it’s all over. Bianca’s eyes widen in alarm, realizing what she was about to do, booze-addled mind getting crystal clear for a second as she takes a step backwards.

“B…” Courtney begins, guilt rushing in, engulfing her like a tsunami.

Bianca merely shakes her head, stammering out a rushed apology, and bolts from the dance floor, swallowed up by the crowd so quickly that Courtney can’t possibly follow. Once outside, she leans against a concrete pillar, breathing heavily in the chilly evening air, self-loathing pushing all other thoughts out of the way - including the awful nagging feeling that makes her wish that she’d acted upon her desires.

*

Back on the dance floor, Courtney gulps, that hollow ache in her chest making her wince. Why does she always push things too far? Why can’t she just accept reality as it is, instead of trying to bend it to her selfish will?

She slinks onto the patio, spotting Fame at a cocktail table. Courtney grabs two half-empty glasses from a table beside her and sucks them down quickly.

“Classy,” Fame comments, chuckling.

“Don’t judge me,” Courtney snaps, finding anger easier to express than the turmoil and guilt swirling in her chest.

“I’m not.” Fame holds up her hands.

“I’m sorry,” Courtney sighs, deflating as fast as a popped balloon, head on her arms. “It’s been...a weird day.”

“Hmm. Where’s your friend?”

“What friend?” Courtney tries to feign innocence, eyes wide.

Smirking now, Fame takes a sip of her own cocktail and signals to the waiter.

“Hi,” she coos. “Two more double tequilas, please.”

“I don’t know if that’s-” Courtney begins to protest, but stops talking as Fame slides her own drink across the table.

“Come on, baby. Let’s turn the night around.”

Forty minutes later, Courtney finds herself so drunk that she can barely stand, cheeks stained with tears from weepy self-pity, crammed into a stall in the ladies’ room as Fame’s fingers slide into her panties.

All she wants is to feel something, something other than this endless cycle of hope and rejection and guilt. She wants, she needs, to feel something good, even if it’s bullshit - even just for a second.

“Ugh, I can’t believe we’re doing this in here. It’s so trashy,” she moans, arching into Fame’s fingers, digging her nails into her shoulder.

“I know, we’re the worst,” Fame says, biting her neck. One hand braces her hip against the wall as she fucks her, sucking a row of angry marks along her collarbone.

Courtney comes hard and quick, so much tension leaving her body that she nearly slides to the floor. Fame catches her, laughing.

“Feel better?”

“Um...” Courtney pants, leaning on her shoulder for support, ignoring the ‘no’ echoing in her head, the self-loathing that never left, that may actually be worse now that it was before, and says, “Yeah. Thanks.”

***

Avoiding Courtney has been easier than Bianca thought it would be.

First of all, there were the holidays. Thanksgiving with her family in New Orleans, where things got fairly dicey when she got hammered on red wine and spent hours stalking Courtney on social media. Jared was clueless as usual, but her sisters? Not so much. Vanessa goaded her into spilling way too much, and in the morning, that sick, sick feeling was back. So she did what she always did. Pushed her feelings down and denied everything.

And then in December, Courtney was in Toronto shooting a Lifetime movie, and by the time she got back to town, Bianca was already in St. Barts, coping as best she could with Jared’s family. Every time his mother interrogated her about her fertility (or lack thereof), she dealt with it by posting another generic Caribbean beach photo or close-up of a flower. To the point where Courtney posted a teasing comment, asking her if she was working for a stock footage company. Bianca hadn’t been able to help herself, replying quickly. No chill whatsoever.

Bianca Del Rio: Shady

Courtney Hamilton: I miss your face. Post your FACE!

Her next photo was a selfie, face catching the orange glow of the setting sun. With the caption, ‘There. Happy?’

Courtney’s reply, a row of heart eyes, was nearly immediate. Bianca still remembers the mild elation of getting into a public exchange with her. It felt dangerously good, but reinforced the reason Bianca was trying so hard to hard to limit their interactions.

Once she was back in town, she spent a few weeks coming up with excuses to turn down every invite, and by the end of January, her resolve was gone.

The Women’s March seemed like a benign occasion for catching up. In broad daylight, with a big group of Courtney’s friends and hundreds of thousands of other people...that would be safe, right? So Bianca had agreed to come, making it clear that she would not be wearing one of those hideous pink hats.

She paces around in front of the coffee shop where they’re going to meet, taking a moment to gather her thoughts.

She is, of course, excited to see Courtney again. That ever-pervading fluttery feeling she gets whenever they‘re together. The joy she feels making her laugh, the way her smile seems to shine just a little bit brighter for Bianca than for anyone else. But then, on the other hand, there’s also the unresolved tension from the last time - Bianca fleeing in the middle of a song, knowing that if she stayed, it would have turned into something she was altogether unprepared for.

Maybe it’s selfish. Trying to hold onto the parts of their relationship that make her feel good while ignoring the parts that fill her with guilt. She knows, deep down, that the smart thing to do would be to stop socializing, keep things light and professional and force herself to move on from this perverted little fantasy.

And it’s been so long. She optimistically wonders if maybe, perhaps, her confusing feelings will have dissipated. Maybe this time, she’ll see her and feel only friendship. Camaraderie. After all, today is supposed to be about empowerment, right? She takes a deep breath and goes inside.

But the second Courtney looks up at her, Bianca’s chest fills with both excitement and dread. Courtney races toward her, wrapping her into a hug that’s too tight, too long, too deliciously warm, but Bianca doesn’t resist.

All things considered, it’s an inspiring day, and Bianca loves seeing Courtney so enthusiastic. She finds herself glancing over at her more and more frequently during the speeches, enamored by her passion, her exuberance, her cheeks flushed pink in the chilly air.

Later that night, when Bianca is back home, when the excitement has faded, she leans against her kitchen counter and drains glass after glass of pinot noir. As the TV drones in the next room, she clutches her glass, wishing that she could be satisfied with what she has, instead of aching for something impossibly out of reach. The memory of Courtney’s dazzling smile, which filled her with joy mere hours earlier, now feels like a knife in her gut.

“B! Get in here! You’re missing the best part!”

“Coming!” Bianca calls to Jared, downing the last gulp of wine in her glass. She finds Jared sprawled on the couch, oblivious, and sits down beside him.

“There you are.” Jared pulls her closer, kissing her neck, and Bianca squirms away. Her thoughts right now are too confusing, too overwhelming, to let him touch her. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing, I just…” Bianca trails off, unable to explain.

“Come on, B, you’ve been gone all day. Didn’t you miss me?”

Bianca swallows, guilt blooming in her chest, making it hard to breathe.

“Yeah, of course.” Bianca leans against him, no longer resisting.

“It’s almost Game Day, isn’t it?”

Bianca rubs her eyes, letting out a dry chuckle.

“Um, maybe, I’m not…”

Jared laughs, pushing her onto her back.

“You’re wasted,” he says, a glint in his eye.

“No, I’m just, uh...it was a long day. I had a little wine.” Bianca sighs, eyes falling closed.

“Well, don’t worry, baby, I’ll do all the work...”

She considers resisting for a moment, shoulders tense as he pulls off her PJ bottoms, but then imagines the fight that would inevitably follow, the explanations she doesn’t have, the words she can’t say out loud. She sighs slightly, trying to relax.

“You like it when I take charge, huh?” Jared murmurs against her neck, sinking his teeth into her skin, laughing a little at her whimper in response. “See? Sometimes you can let me be the boss.”

“Jared-”

“What?” His voice is sharp, challenging. His eyes bore into hers, making her heart pound with fear.

She forces a laugh, shaking her head.

“Nothing. Keep...keep going.”

A smile spreads slowly across his face as he grips her hips tightly.

“Thought so.”

***

Courtney takes Bianca’s face in her hands, a thumb brushing softly over her lips. She’s in no rush, wants simply to savor the moment, the feel of her skin, the weight of her body pressing down.

She moves closer, feeling warm breath on her face, lips millimeters apart. She can tell when Bianca smiles just from the feeling of dimples against her fingers, and opens her eyes, pulling back a little to look into her eyes.

Seeing her smile, she feels lit up from within. She gazes at her beautiful face for as long as possible, as long as she can stand being this close without kissing her properly.

When their lips meet, it’s gentle at first, teasing. She relishes the taste of Bianca’s lips, arching up against her as the kiss deepens, hands tightening in her hair. It isn’t long before they are both breathless, panting. As Bianca grinds down against Courtney on the bed, she layers kisses down her jaw, nibbling at her neck. Courtney lets out a sound halfway between a whimper and a moan, making Bianca suck harder on her tender skin.

Courtney inhales sharply as Bianca’s hand drifts down, stroking her slowly, toying with her until she’s dripping wet and begging for mercy.

And then Bianca lifts her head for a second, gazing down at Courtney, blue eyes dreamy with lust. Her fingers are moving faster now, firm and insistent. Courtney continues to arch up against her, moaning softly as she comes.

She pulls Bianca’s face down again, lips grazing her ear as she whispers, “I love you...”

Courtney’s eyes flutter open, and she groans slightly to herself, shutting off the vibrator and placing it on the edge of the bathtub. Detailed sexual fantasies are not new for her, but gooey romantic feelings certainly are.

She sinks down deeper into the water, filled with shame.

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Jughead Jones x Reader - Prom? (FLUFF)

((AN: hey, guys. I'm running out of inspiration so if anyone wants to request, please do!)) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "So guys..!" Veronica's voice trails from across the lunch table. "The dance is coming up! Who's going with who?" The sound was laced with evil. Veronica was the only one who knew about your crush on Jughead, though everyone else knew his for you. "Archiekins?" Your eyes turn to watch the red head scratch his neck nervously. He glanced over at Valerie who was sat with the other Pussycats. It was enough of a gesture for everyone to understand. A smug smile spread across V's face as she slung her arm around Betty. "Well, B and I will slay you two for sure!" She jibes. It went without question that her and Betty would go together and Kevin would tag along. "So, (y/n)! Who are you going with?" All eyes turn to you, causing you to miss Jughead tensing up next to you. "Um... Jake asked me once..." Jughead's knuckles turned white. "And Tom asked me too, though that was probably a bet." At this point, all the raven haired boy could see was red. He was furious. "Ooh, get you! Who did you say yes to?" Veronica asked, almost amused by how unsubtle the boy was being. "I didn't... I told them I wasn't going." Now this caught his attention. For the first time since the lunch bell rang, Jughead looked up from his laptop to stare at you. "So you're telling me that the hottest jocks in school asked you out and you said no? Whatever for.?" V smirked, knowing she was pushing you. "You waiting on the right guy?" Laughing, you flick your (h/c) locks over your shoulder and roll your eyes. "Whatever you say, V. What about Jug? He hasn't answered yet." You reply, redirecting the attention away from you. His long fingers had returned to the keys of his laptop, his eyes desperately trying to look anywhere but at you. "I know!" Veronica exclaimed, a devious smile toying with her features. "Why don't (y/n) and Jughead go together! As friends, of course." Though the last bit was more of a whisper. You cast your (e/c) eyes over to your crush, someone not seeing the deep red colour creeping up his pale neck. Jughead swallowed hard before snapping out "Yeah, right. I'm not going. She can go with a jock." His words were harsh and cruel. Taken aback, you silently turn and leave the table, suppressing tears. Why is he so mean to me? What did I ever do? Your thoughts were interrupted by a black haired girl running after you, calling your name. Seeing your tears, she sighed softly and pulled you into a hug. "I'm so sorry, sweetie. He doesn't mean it, you know that." She comforted but her words didn't feel true. Not to you. "Meet me at pops later, okay? My treat." And with that, she turned on her heel and marched away, leaving you to calm down. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Jughead Jones the third! What the hell was that?" Her voice was bubbling with anger as she slammed her manicured hand down on the table in front of him. The beanie-clad boy jumped slightly before closing his laptop lid. "You like her so why do you keep making her feel horrible?" She demanded. "I... I don't know. It just came out." He confessed. His hazel eyes were filled with sorrow and regret, for once showing his actual emotion. "She's coming to Pop's tonight with me. Make it up to her." And once again, she left. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ From: V💋 To: (y/n/n)✨ 6:30pm, dress nice. U deserve a break. Xx You read the text message and furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. It's only Pop's... I guess I should go along with it. You slipped on a short (f/c) dress, pulled your hair into a simple bun and painted your lips a deep red. You had to admit, you looked pretty good. The clock on the wall read 6:15pm and so, with a final check in the mirror, you set off for the diner. The neon sign outside could be seen for miles, despite the sun already setting in the foggy sky. You pushed the door open, the chime of a bell alerting V to your arrival. Ordering your usual chocolate milkshake, you wander over to her smiling. "You look amazing!" She grinned, looking you up and down. "Just stay here, okay? I've gotta take care of something." Like smoke, she whisked herself away without a sound. Closing your eyes, you leant back in the faux leather seats. All memories of the incident with Jughead leaving your mind. Something about the diner always made you feel better. When you opened your eyes again, your milkshake was placed in front of you on a white plate. The ceramic had been scribed on with chocolate sauce in the word: PROM? Cocking your head in confusion, you scanned the room for any clues of who this could have been. Surely it couldn't have been Veronica. She had two 'dates' already! Your (e/c) eyes close, your nose scrunched up in thought. Who? Who could've done this? Thin, (y/n), think! "Don't think too hard." A raspy voice floated through your ears. "You'll pop! And then how are you gonna answer me?" With that, you snap your eyes wide open. Sat in front of you, liking cream off of the cherry of your shake, was the one and only Jughead Jones. On his face, a vaguely amused smile. "You..?" You ask, your voice coming out as more of a whisper. He sighed and you could see regret swimming behind his eyes. "Look, (y/n). I'm sorry I was such an idiot earlier. I snapped because... well, I like you. And honestly, you'd be better off with a jock than a weirdo like me." Your heart felt like it was going to burst as it pounded in your ears. A grin etched itself onto your features, letting out a scoff at his comment. "Jughead Jones the third, I would be honoured to go to prom with you!" Without warning, you stood and moved to his side of the booth. Not hesitating, you flung your arms around his neck and squeezed tight. "I've liked you for so long, Jug. Thank you." In a moment of complete not-Jughead-ness, he pulled you closer to his chest and wrapped his arms around you. He rested his chin on your soft (h/c) hair, absentmindedly smiling to himself. Unknown to the pair of you, Veronica stood outside the window. A satisfied smile on her face, she clapped her hands together. Her ship had sailed.

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